What do you see?

Plunging into Unity

I notice how my mind skips around like a rock on top of water,

only to stop and sink into the depths of my Neptune.

Spirit finds me at the bottom,

laying still and embraced by embryonic fluid.

Softly, I touch my poetic beauty with the flicker of a mermaid's tale.

An empty shell of a crab sways in a lullaby.

I wish not to sleep,

but to float to the surface and feel the birthing of the sun.

A Symphony of Color

Spirit speaks of music that can not be heard with auditory regularity,

colors are my ears that hear with movement and splendor beyond.

I hear a silence that brings nothingness,

a veil is lifted and sways in rhythmic tones and shades.

I softly speak in tongues that quiet minds can only hear.

WHEN THE SILENCE IS GREATER THAN THE FEAR

NOTHING AND NO ONE CAN STOP YOU

Listening with my Eyes

The fog draws a veil over the real.

Its softness caresses each living being into a coma of perpetual star glazing.

A reverie of dreams keeps me in a state of sleepy drunkenness.

I peer out from under the covers,

sleep touching me like intermitted wipers.

A fog horn calls to me like the inner voice of awareness,

awakening me to the silence,

clearing the debris that lay in the corner of each eye.

I lay listening to nothing,

while hearing it all.

Stretching past darkness, my being moves out into the world.

I have always wondered if numbers counted backwards connected forwards make the same sum,

a tree drops its leaves never to pick them up again.

I pick up words and move them around like the moon in its monthly ripeness.

Today can never be tomorrow, so why do I keep rereading the labels of food brought yesterday.

I watched the sky in sunset waning,

only to find my mind had never wanted to count again.

I drop thoughts like fall leaves,

he is brought up again and again,

unlike the clouds that pass by my window at dusk.