[the lure of the cave]
a simple space
of organized clutter
books, tables,
shelves, desk
everything in its right place
or pretty close to it
dim lighting,
and the bright glow
of the waiting page
i was never one for travel
outside the mind, anyway…
i’ve taken enough trips to know
i’m best left
to a small room
plucking words
from the shadows
in candlelight and solitude.
*
[in all fairness]
the tables turn
beyond our control
spinning truth
out into the abyss
while chaos holds
the center in place
it is what we are
and what we have come from
and for some
the furthest place
from where we want to be.
*
[now when here is not]
blockchained to secret sources
imaginary photos retouched
gold dust
scattered in the ether
there for the taking
invisible in the light
divisive in darkness
every piece a master
every master a slave.
*
[happenstance and quarrel]
torn between
tearing and mending
everything around us
goes away the longer we stay
having no choice in the matter
why not just love who remains
over
and over and
over
until we go.
*
[soul craft]
you did not ask to be born
nor did the sky ask you to arrive
yet here we are
embedded in the mystery
trying to understand as best we can
why it is better to love than hate
better to help than hurt
but one cannot seek
by standing still
nor find the path
without taking a step
the answers are
far from the mind
go there.
***
“You are an aperture through
which the universe is looking at
and exploring itself.”
- Alan Watts
Dispatches from the Suicide Hours of Immortality 