foto credit Diana Mihail
Stream of Consciousness
I can’t take on the stream
when the stream is all around me.
It flows between my fingers and my toes
and it swirls around my body, pushing it.
A gentle nudge at times,
and a tumultuous wallop at others.
Even my cells betray me,
fighting this will to wade against the stream.
My step falters and I slip,
spinning around to face the other direction.
The stream lifts me off my feet,
carrying me and moving me as it likes.
Easily, slow, and fast,
and all in the same breath.
A constant exhalation.
A constant expression of life.
Formless, without want or need.
A conscious movement carrying me.
And only caring.
Caring as Self.
Caring as one and the same
I forgot what I was saying
Something about a man and a stream.
What is a stream.
What is a man.
They seem the same to me.
A Matter of Time
The tide is gathering at the edges
grains of sand slowly pushed together
A wall steadily building
casting long shadows
on all the sand castles.
A lifetime spent gathering
billions of grains of sand together
and locking them into place.
All the while the ocean building
Roaring and crashing just nearby.
As the sun moves behind clouds
that now darken the sky.
The wind quickens its pace
loosening grains of sand
from castle walls.
Castle kings don’t seem to notice at all.
They look to the ocean wall
and think it their own.
They feel safe and secure
on their sandy throne.
They thought they knew
of each grain of sand
as they had collected more
than any other in the land.
All the while the ocean
with a cooling touch
and unseen hand,
brings all together.
Wrong beliefs always set right
by time all coming to light
A smooth movement surrounding
the tumbling grains of sand
Come together from distant lands.
The storm is gathering
and the wall is mounting.
The ocean heaves and the winds roar
And all the grains of sand
come knocking at the castle doors.
Time shapes all things
and time is you and I
and all together living
It is just a perspective
I have come to find
A belief that things are changing
when they always stay the same.
A leaf, a seed, a tree.
Their difference only in name
A name unspoken
the change unseen.
Life forever blooming
I am the molecule man
connected to the atoms
and spread out in space
Nothing to be found
I am the molecule man
a small part of the whole
a full life gone in a blip.
No greater or lesser
than the universe where I reside.
I am the molecule man
I move around unseen
no wake in my step
But I am here.
I buzz with joy
and float in peace.
I am the Molecule Man.
The Freedom to Lose it All
Back to normal
I just want to go back to normal
Where I could lie to myself and believe it
Where I could look at the world and ignore it
To not see the pain and the suffering
and my own part in it.
Playing make believe with others like me.
And now that reality has come to bare
fruits of my labor that were always there
I can’t stand to face the pain I have caused.
I turn away back to a memory
of a normal that never was.
Afraid to lose it all
so I’ll chase after the past
that slippery slide of false facts.
Corrupted memories and a slight of hand
is the medicine that I demand.
To cure this reality that plagues me
stripping me bare and hangs me
Dangling in the wind
as I’m put out to dry.
I can’t stand to lose it all.
Even as its inevitability presses upon me.
Each false hope stripped apart
and then obliterated
The truth ravaging any hope unabated.
My hands now claws grasp at air
as my past is steadily pulled away.
Death standing near
whispering in loud booms heard across the earth.
Better pay attention to the future that is here.
Is my life worth a memory and a lie?
Maybe it’s time to put aside things proven untrue
and live my life anew.
I will let go these delusions
and disavow myself of any hope.
My loss apparent why wait?
Why sit and deliberate?
It is time to lose it all.
To lose the lies and false beliefs
To lose the false sense of security.
To lose my arrogance and sense of being special.
To lose the fear of death
as it is everywhere.
Death of the false in every moment
To lose it all and be free to live.
Thank you for killing me
Thank you for your unrelenting truth
Thank you for your merciless destruction
Of every misdeed and wrong belief
The smallest illusion not left to take root
I am rootless
Left to find new roots
The true roots of being.
Timeless, the root of all roots.
It’s a root tootin good time!
Splendid and divine.
I am so grateful to have lost it all!