my mind is falling
through the tumbling/turbulent water.
It swirls and swings until,
hitting the riverbed,
it begins to settle,
away from the storm above.
My thoughts begin to clear
and I find peace.

my heart breaks
and I give away the pieces
wrapped in ink

when the darkness comes
acknowledge it but do not live in it.
The night will pass.

I feel the undertow pulling at me
and I must swim,
I must feel.
The pain is an old acquaintance:
we are not in love.
The water flows over my skin
and I feel isolated and the touch of panic.
I swim on: fighting, experiencing;
and the water flows over my skin.
I am alive.

The pitting of micro meteorites
Erodes the first footsteps
On the conquered moon -
Abandoned.
We turned inwards
With a fresh perspective
Of our blue marble.
We cannot wait to find
Peace in our inner space.
The silent Cosmos calls
For life.
Fulfillment is in doing.

Bon Voyage strangers
I pass you in the street
Never to see you again
And sometimes I wonder
About your fate
Your journey
Not even a brief encounter
Just a slight proximity
You have dreams and fears,
Hatreds and loves.
Thousands of people.
Passing orbits,
Alignments.
Bon Voyage.
I remember a friend
I have not seen
Since she said goodbye
I'm lost
I'm lost
Bon Voyage

when the crushing darkness comes
scream, weep (if you can)
slowly fold your broken soul
into a semblance,
a resemblance of composure
and walk, meditate,
reach out to friends
and and and
keep
the folded slices
together with air
and and and
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
and the raging suicide of pain
and and and
always
love

I am the candle flame
I shall be a grain of sand on the beach
I am the wave, the process
inanimate matter before
alive for a sparkle of time
then diffused
a scattering
dust