20200409
soul
kitchen sink
the self is the kitchen sink
contains the whole world
and a brush to scrub it clean
once youve left the brink
the only way out is through
the drain at the bottom
20191110
Why i came here
the ocean breathes
her bosom heaves
for land she grieves
my flotsam soul agrees
20190725
is here
that baby you crave
cannot fill that hole.
there is no food for this hunger.
that is soul-longing.
do not seek it’s end.
You are a pipe,
that emptiness is essential.
open the tap
and let love flow through you
20190108
Be Not Proud
an ode to Ragnarr, who had the heart of a dragon, so much that mere man-flesh could not no more contain.
death is the measure
of whether you lived life properly.
if death is a separation
you have a lot to learn
for me, i’ve got plenty.
i always wanted to be closer
to Ragnar, but something always
got in the way, too busy,
too this or that. What do those
details matter now?
they won’t undo my grave mistake.
i always looked for him out there
in the world, a body, a set of actions
i found him there too infrequently
and now, of course, not at all
let my failure be my admonishment to you
a lesson in what not to do:
instead,
let another into your life enough
that you are so familiar with them,
so when you find them in your heart
(where they always have been, and are)
you recognize their shining soul
Once you have that deep familiarity
death only gets the meatbag out of the way
so souls can entwine more completely.
20180424
Brick House
there is a me in here
… (somewhere)
between the mind, the ego, the inner child
those are the bricks. i’m looking for the house
20180129
Delve
Digging around
Deep in the bottom
Of my soul
There are deeper things
Than Balrogs to be awakened
And move within my core
20170113
Nesting
i want to be naked in the winter
so i build a big box that is warm inside
and there i go to hide, and dream of being free
as my soul is in my body
so my body is in my car
clearly, it is me who is driving
the inmost matryoshka is the biggest
20170105
Hoover
Scattered like toys across Childs bedroom floor
Chunks of wisdom lie inside my soul
Waiting for the Hoover of awareness
To find them
20161211
The whole hole of me
It’s ok to feel that way
It’s not that you haven’t been whole
You’ve just been exploring
Some smaller parts of you
That’s a good thing to do
Look into my eyes
For I am the mirror
And in me you’ll see your soul
And then you’ll know
You’ve been whole all along
20161107
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