_/ Here, a poem: \_

_/ Playing music:


joy/pain/strangeitude of “me”

into melody/harmony/cracking voice of “us”-

Dissonance springs from “why”

And “Hallelujah” \_

_/ Making a mistake in front of someone:

in front of all

the world, a stage




Act I: Finale

"This Is No Rehearsal" \_

_/ Doubting- Questioning- Unsure of- my actions:

I can wake up

I can come to

better understand

my intentions- \_

_/ This poem, writing-

love, the ability to:

Time: N/A \_

_/ 4 pm \_

_/ “Undertow” \_

_/ Writing a poem, reading this and that: \_

_/ find words form wilderness

in wordless world- meaning

borne of restless void in brain-

storm- avoid no weather

patterns repeat patterns

repeat patterns reap-

seeds sewn to heart-cloth like water lilies float-

remember home- get rid of no where \_

_/ pause- \_  _/ home is water lily self-

home is crow, crane, ghost, plant- \_

_/ above all other ‘above all else’s’, \_

_/ above all else, befriend \_

_/ the creature home \_

_/ you call your self- \_

whatever all this

if anything




scooping up the ocean
with cupped hands
let all of who you are
love this water
because you are you
because water is water

big water
big heart
too much to hold
no need to

this love
in each drop of water
falling from your hands
returns to its vast oceanness

scooping up the ocean
with cupped hands
now hold this love
now give it all away
because you are not you
because water is not water


"You have to be careful not to criticize or fight the mind, since it is normal to think, hear sounds, and feel sensations. The trick is not to grasp or reject them. Just leave them alone and let them come and go lightly."

- Martine Batchelor


to the rain!

underneath this
coat of silver -
this medieval contraption -
self - conscious self -
i am soft as the air
around a lightbulb
in a forest
by ancient owls
who have
no necks
and wise birch
trees that drink
to water! to dirt!
to life! i remember again
how to laugh at the
constant hum
of my metallic mind -
how to listen to
the hymn of
rain that drops
out of nowhere
and dots my
somewhere roof
with -
with -

It’s cloudy - I can’t see
the stars tonight. But I need
a constellation. I’m selfish.
Where did my stars go?
Wow, dumbstruck me,
notices that what I thought
all of this was isn’t it, at all…
it’s fading into…? You’re confusing yourself! You talk too much. Look!
Listen! Judgments, extra. This poem, extra. Just,… just what? That’s it!
Shouldn’t it be simple?
Should it?
It’s cloudy and hard to see.


sometimes life requires
much of us:
to take action!
to stand up!
to fight!

but when
life demands
that we crawl
into our shells
feeling defeated

and that we unsettle
into the unknown
as it all collapses
in on us, we must
try to remember:

this too requires
courage, wisdom
and more strength
than one would think


Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving till the right action arises by itself?

The Master doesn’t seek fulfillment. Not seeking, not expecting, she is present, and can welcome all things.

(Lao-Tzu, Tao Te Ching)


Free from desire, you realize the mystery.
Caught in desire, you see only the manifestations.

Yet mystery and manifestations
arise from the same source.

(Lao-Tzu, Tao Te Ching)

A burden lifted,
Balance restored, and wow - there
Is space for it all!


Still I feel the wind
Moving the wind feels me but
Still I feel the wind

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