mid trip

balancing in mid trip —
that is the ironic,
yet equanimical,  
paradox of our Effort.

or

he laughs first thing.  hah! 
what counts is to be able
to laugh as the last thing…..

(note: in no way is it intended that this incautious declaration contravene or even slightly impugn those who insist on laughing first or  those who diligently strive to practice both laughing positions, although it is well understood that the latter practice is fraught with the possibility that the sedentary part of one’s mind will consider the more adventuresome part even more suspect.)

drifting motes

thoughts can shrink a world by grabbing
at drifting motes with sweaty palms and turning
the churning into the mud that cakes the mind.
but that glaze can be brittlized with enough internal heat…
cracked and sliding, the background separates–
a taking away toward clarity.

to chase

to chase a figure of speech is much like seeking a “better” way to follow your aim,
yet chasing only creates a chase. 
it’s not– ‘how would you recognize the quarry?’ 
but rather,  ’why do you acknowledge and sustain the hunter?