My Mind

My Poetry

My mind is as boundless as the universe
Expanding and growing
Akin to the terror and the chaos
The beauty that exists in tension & in the forgotten darkness
Bright and gorgeous, barren and whole
Time in a void
Moving infinitely at the speed of light
Remembering and forgetting
Grasping and freeing.

My mind is limitless in its ability to conjure up the chaos that exists in parallel with a vast universe
Begging for solitude, to be left alone, yet the extent of humanity’s exploration has infiltrated even these corners of my own humanity
Perhaps all of nature follows the same rules
What is happening in the universe is happening in my mind
The expansion, the obscurity, the scale, the unknown
The promise of life
The danger and the hope.

Therein exists freedom and transformation.
Boundless as the universe do I exist.

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Oh ye traveler

My Poetry

Travel to the sun.
Be a seeker,
Disappear within the light,
The warmth,
Let the heat have you and heal you.
Exist therefore in a different state,
One that does not know chaos and pain.
One that does not know darkness.
[Live in the light]

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Giants

My Poetry

We have seen their mountainous solitude for eons
Still and unwavering
We could trace their faces
Their well rounded closed eyes
They were our dead protectors
We were sure they would never rise.

Last Friday
We heard one of them moved
Frightened as we were
Unsure of what it would mean
We thought our resolve would ground us.

Yet,
Would this be the end of us?
The giants have ruled us in their slumber
For generations they have remained still
Unencumbered by what we have thought to be progress
We’ve heard stories of their fierce magnitude
Their weight
As if holding the earth in their grasp
Will our resolve face their immensity
Will their consciousness expose our fragility.

…

Finally,
With guarded breathes
We have watched them awaken one by one
With their eyes fixed far beyond the stars
Reaching out to the great unknown with desperation and promise
With a heavy hand of beautiful stone, made of dust and destiny
As if calling or praising the mystery lying beyond our universe.

We all watched frightened
Unnerved
As the giants stirred from the depths of the ocean bed
To the peaks of the Kangchenjunga
The desert hills of the Kalahari
To the amazon.

Our mountains have risen.

Who are we now but observers of our assured descent.
We always thought it was going to be sun.
We always thought we were the center of the universe.
The glory in the chaos.

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