what remains

throw your self away.
what remains
is naturally more
than was before.

breeze

the breeze knew of wind,
but now it joins the
unhindered primordial air.
a zephyr absorbed
and now gusting
to the four corners.

continual

I see a need for continual cultivation.
there is always more.
yet, there is nothing extra here, now.

moving

patio swing moving,
but all distance covered,
inside.

saddle up

saddle up and ride your divided mind,
’til it wants to quit at the end of the canyon.
then when you’ve emptied your last Gene
Autry mantra or Hopalong koan, well,
you just keep on a’going til som’pin busts,
(or you suddenly recall that you never left
the ranch).

lichen

mountain laurel thicket.
rabbit runs to scrape off
pursuers.
old mind’s at home,
thinking it’s protected.
warm mist on all branches. 
what lichen is this that
devours the thin myelin bark?

too wide

we’re in a movie after all….
dog running with stick
too wide for gate.
Chaplin would sue
for infringement.
dog still recovering
from ‘fair use’.

otherwise

you’ll know when its ok to coast,
otherwise, keep it in the highest gear.
too soon, all wheels fall off.

various angles

if a writer cared, only
disappointment would follow
words’ impotency.
but if they are first viewed before
reading, perhaps various angles
are seen with certain perspective.
a simple artisan of syntax can
sometimes pull apart his subject
onto all corners of his canvas,
showing images only available to a
vivisectionist.

primer

transparency sometimes
can be painted on,
if you’ve quantumly applied the right
primer.

dressing up

apparently many dresses
are available for letter type.
a veritable haute fon-ture.
much more helpful would be
classy fonts for our thoughts,
so finally they could be som’body
 ….and get into the right places.

course, that’s what they think now, hmmm.

fleeting

sunset, so fleeting the peak-ness.
beyond the colors, I cannot say.
within, a soft shoe melody
plays with the light.

the tire of nonduality

nothing in excess.
nothing to be shed.
on their own, traits flee the headlight of perception;
scurrying peccadilloes flattened.

the tire of non duality.

one day

one day, long from now,
perhaps someone will
trace our steps to this
or that place and say,
‘this very spot is where
it happened with their
friend and them.’

they would be wrong.
it always happens, here.

so considered

he was always partial to the phrase, “agglomerate.”
some words should be so considered.
after all, when eruptive fragments are united by heat,
gnomes are maximized, though barely expressed.

remove the hands

easier to see contradictions
as being unimportant than
unexistant.
still ain’t easy.
on one hand, this is this,
on the other, this is that.
remove the hands, all drop
to ground together.

every single moment,
taking both sides.

dust

I pick up a leaf
from the ground, yet
not the least bit dirty.
we must be carrying the dust
into our yards.

layer upon layer

the built environment has nothing
on our constructed selves.
layer upon layer
we pave all we think.
Derek’s ubiquitous asphalt

braced

decaying dog house,
becoming one with the earth.
why throw away?
braced by barking images.

removing the gaps

try this on for size.
just remove all the gaps.
one by one: fill them in,
spackle them over,
erase them, slide ‘em together,
rename them, blur the
enlargement, glue the joints,
soak and let’em swell,
pick them up and reposition,
what ever you have to do,
just get all the parts of your
life touching.I haven’t actually tried this
specifically yet….but it seems
like a good idea,

(it is where one’s headed).

protected

everything so protected,
covered, wrapped.
we live where we are naturally unwelcome.
and pay little heed to the invitations
closer at hand.

hues

how could all this beauty
conspire to tie one down?
our Gulliver selves nod
at inopportune times, and
slumber on,
dreaming of these hues.

profile

around the corner,
a startled glimpse of a missed friend’s profile,
no, on second glance,
only the wooden head of Buddha.

cuff’em

polite, my ass.
Buddha always said, “Cuff’em, then ask the questions.”
well, at least he swung a real mean flower, and
knew all the vulnerable spots.

images amuse their way into deepest recesses,
tearing reality into small, good-humored bits.
life’s rye-side distraction…

waffle house

waffle house.
so many Marlboro faces,
showing the smoky inroads
of living in vicissitude country.
more syrup for our inbred selves….

agreement

there is a kind of agreement to life
that isn’t the same as the agreement
that always appears on the other side of
disagreement.
not better, just delightfully undefined.

all time begins

all time begins when you’ve
hit the enter key over four,
the cursor poised, pixels ready
to ignite………
and then you remember, this is all
unnecessary entertainment…
life will continue to live,
without one nosing around
on upper floors…..

though a hint of desiring to believe
it is more important than that still
remains, indeed–
life’s hints of significance of
this or that must include it’s
notes left behind in the aisles
of any of its rarely cancelled
comedy shows–where mind is
the producer, director, and writer,
and inserts its own jokes at will.
You can get off the stage,
you can get out of the theater,
and even out of town, but the
humor is all pervasive.
Gotta love it…..

near the falls

though near the falls,
he was no longer in the woods.
his veins of chlorophyll,
sugar his mind.

patio mind

it is so sunny now.
the beams are piling up.
patio mind, though,
still cool to the touch.

mute

consider where these words arise.
unformed, untouchable,
spontaneous, and mute,
in that it speaks for no one.
 
a quiet pointing
to itself as you.

elude

from one seed a spreading growth.
from one drop, the wet flows.
yet, from one thought, all is cleaved.
what can be offered as binding?
give up all thirst for metamorphosis, and
elude that which husbands you.