Deep in the night, while most men are at rest,
I sense you working through me all this magic, and I call this GRACE.
I’m caught up in this moment
What am I missing?
I question because I must.
Because I’ve been here before.
Many times in fact.
Wide awake and in my dreams.
And in this moment my heart breaks, as the weight of the world lands firmly on my chest.
In this light, it’s clear that I am you, and you are me, and that together, we are ALL.
My shadow in the light, that sound in the dark, my Self tuned up tonight.
You’ll often find me alone.
Staring off into the distance even.
Worry not, I’m still chasing down these mysteries, and contemplating deeply.
So please leave me be.
I’m not lost, I’m still finding my way.
“Tall Moment” – from “Peripheral Prose”
I stand on the shoulders of giants
The ones that came before me
And I’m gasping for air here
Buddha pose and armed to the teeth
Contrast and perspective
A moment of reflection beckons
A second for some gratitude is in order
To acknowledge and appreciate what you got
And to be prepared to lose it all, in an instant, at any moment
To be tested at a minimum, all the time
Its sad but true
And part of the suffering that is the privilege of this life
Prepared not paranoid is what I say
That reality is where I find myself today
And it’s precious and enlightening
And ferocious
And it tears through me like a fucking bullet
The road here is harrowing
I don’t glamorize it
It’s not sexy
It’s not cool
It’s the hardest work I have ever done
But I’m here
And I cant wait for tomorrow
I’ve been fighting my own war for so long
A little short on perspective at times, and my intentions need polishing
But I’m here nonetheless
Beads and axe in hand
The thrill of the fight
I’m growing weary of these battles though
The hard truth is I’m looking for a home
A place to lay my head in peace
I’ll fight til the death if necessary
But that seems tedious
I’ve been a gentleman through this unveiling
Blood shed for this moment
I’ve swallowed my pride
And carried the shame
Sweated through many “dark nights of the soul”
I still can’t shake this desire
This need to become
Its been a long time coming
I’m ready
I promise I won’t betray this trust
“Yoga May Also Be This” – from “Peripheral Prose”
Sitting with ourselves.
Within our Self.
The mind of our mind.
What is this that provokes the Gods?
This moment that I’m in.
I color myself worthy.
A sacred part of an otherwise unholy trip.
Subliminal misgivings.
Anecdotal to say the least.
We’re on the same page here for a moment.
And for that I’m truly grateful.
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Matrimony – from “Peripheral Prose”
They all speak to me.
The greatest of all time.
In this moment at least.
And from the walls they stare,
in my eyes, and awaken these ghosts.
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“ALL” – from “Peripheral Prose”
I knew that when I met you,
oh what a beautiful mess that I embrace.
Your secret gardens where I found you.
And it’s not too late to stay there.
One thing is certain.
So, let’s get it out of the way.
You did not take me here.
But you sure did pave the way.
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My Truth – from “Peripheral Prose”
Scared to death and barely breathing.
“What have I done?”
Selfish decisions have jeopardized this grace.
Nearly down for the count.
Ready to sign on the dotted line.
Unsure of what was happening or with who.
Respectful of an adversary,
the upside appears flawless.
Unlimited options and power.
Oh, but those costs…
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