Life

As I lay here, I liked not existing.

 

If I don’t exist and if you don’t exist

Then neither of us can be harmed by what doesn’t exist.

 

Epicurean style.

 

 

That’s the attraction of pink flowers and blackberries.

 

I can get I’m indispensable because of my relationship with God,

 

 

That’s why I feel safe allowing you to pretend that all that is is a tree.

 

 

A shade of antiques and flowers and gardens.

 

 

I was so angry. Not at anyone. I didn’t even admit it to myself.

 

And it had a perfect honesty to it because my floor knows that no one is to blame for what’s been wrong.

 

 

The universe has a material ground of plane and not plane that had a suffering that no one knew precisely.

 

The sad fact is it’s not safe for you to pretend that you don’t exist, even though it’s safe for me.

 

 

 

She broke through the clouds at the end and discovered a man afraid. Not of her, but of a secret that I was born too. I was blessed with her because my goal all along was to make her large enough to part the clouds at the pink so as to share that secret with me.

 

 

I expressed my anger with love. A rejection of every empty offer that came my way.

 

 

The reason why that’s safe for me is that your floor was just a big bag of nothing for you or for me.

 

 

That anger got turned toward the empty vacuum of space so as to find that loving floor.

 

All I could do though is not plan to share it with anyone but you, and let the indifference of everything else be whatever it wanted to be.

 

Thank you. 

 

I wanted to give all of myself away out of anger, but you wouldn't let me and parted the clouds out of love. And for that faith is just a sense of love of life. 

 I had become a walking contempt of confession and I suppose that had to end so I could breath. 

And I wish I could say I'm glad for that for everyone, but the smallness of me can only be me. 

Season

Tis my senses, Tis my secret.
A woman’s paradise might be blue,
A woman’s paradise might be pink,
Purple, Lapis or cerulean.

If it isn’t me, it’s only wool.

Through me I’ve found my soft breeze.
Through me I’ve found a Safer Myst.

Wide open peace near me.

And I am.

I’ve found my kind autonomy.
My own beautiful island.

A woman would already have to live close by,
If she desire’s me, she’d live near me.

In the now. As I’ve said.

Respect as nature will.

I feel no open eye human being sees any differently.

Ode to a Siren: from Aphrodite
I whispered with envy one day years ago.
She told me something.
You need not believe in me, she said
But my secret will prove itself.
I am desire, she told me.
Some men crash against the rocks.
They thought they desired me.
Some men crashed against gold.
They thought they desired gold.
Some thought they desired fame.
They crashed for fame.

Desire. Desire.
Enjoy any wave.
Enjoy any mountain.

Desire is the root of any good thing.
The nature of desire is moment living.
This moment, this now, is the power of desire!

Some desired to not have any moments at all.
The Buddhists had it wrong. Desire isn’t the root of all suffering.
The root of all suffering is to desire to end desire.

The nature of life is to live.
The source of suffering is the desire to stop living.
Life is to allow itself. That is it’s nature.

Self-respect is the way of life.

Respect.
Restful coffee drips down to
begin my day in confidence.

Peaches and brownies smile
With me as I eat.

Birds sing near my window.
Reminding me I’m home.

I’m happy where I am.

Every greatness has several small anonymous acts

Acts apart from applause.

Glory and happiness began this way.

Peace. Light. Serenity.

Love. Love. Love.

Our friendship
There’s a tussle on the Samurai symbol.

It’s in my car where we left it. You gave that to me.
It calms me. Fills me with gratitude.

Calming with natural peace. And insight.

Something not in the way of my peaceful sensation of Now.
Crickets Singing, and light bugs were flashing pace.

Your name. Some days I’ve known it.
Eva, Susie, Shaugnessy or Jessica.

As far as I’ve known.

My experience with your spirit seems different,
Distinct from your experience with yourself.

You seemed to have missed all steps I’d already taken.
You sent me there because you already knew that.

I see you in pure light.
Bees and Butterflies.
Ferns, rocks and streams
Running Happy Tom Sawyer feet. Free from danger.

Free from harm.

If you choose, you can enjoy life.
Neither a step ahead, nor a step beind.

Within your perfect step and your perfect rhyme.
You’d be a sun too, as you know.
A pure steady stream of bright light.

Sunny and happy days.
But only if you choose too.