Metaphysics, Spirituality, Poetry and Photography
Brushing away splintered remnants from the requisite demolition of my lesser self, a departed identity no longer eligible to inhabit this house. Old doorway opens to unrecognized space—alternative reality in waiting. Iridescent particles orbit ’round me—rising zealously in rays of fading sunlight,…
No lamentations for today’s generations, captive to tenets bred by invented pretensions borrowed from our lesser consciousness, living denials of cryptic infinities—causal lineages that have not served us well. Mourn the earth, our origin—sacred ground soon laid bare, magical elements…
Unruly cloudburst pummels the esplanade, tourist beach crowds sprinting for cover. Steadfast in the scurry, our eyes fixed upon each other—an imaginary embrace, strangers briefly entangled in sensual metaphors. Rain drops carelessly ricochet off sun-bleached concrete. You…
Aurora polaris divergence, the Lia Sudi paints her vibrance across my shoreline woods—en plein air color bursts, a poet’s sacred refuge. An ill-mannered loon discomposing my silence, a precarious lull in the cool twilight breeze—bohemian passions stirring within, remnants of uneasy memories. …
Lifeless long-ago images of my inner ruin, I often scrounged through the pungent dust snatching at puzzle pieces of myself—an implied rebuke for my reckless years and withheld tears. I dissolved those memories, lest they eternally bind me to a delusive life—I’m now free…
Blood simmers to lunar pulsations, expressing the lineage of hard-earned perspective—a formidable muse when confronting my decaying wreckage dragged forward from earlier life. Ancestral castles not in my past—only dark spaces and divergent intent until no thing…
Neck deep in a churn of Orwellian nightmares, and our strongest retort is passive indifference after we’re blindsided by ploys of supremacist pricks who conspire to assail our innate symmetry with each other. Gun wielding,…
Winter gusts cut from north lands, snow is silence—vastness within offers refuge. Singing until nightfall. Holding to stillness, forever invincible. Not knowing right or wrong, neither judgment nor hate. I simply am. Life…
Within years of our birth, we’re measuring our worth—a societal imposition coercing our comparison to faux personas called “other people.” We try to find a non-original fit that feels good-ish; until we un-become ourselves. …
We see your human absurdity, the unsettled manifestations of quaint perceptions claiming moral superiority. You’re jammed into horizontal gravity, unable to find your …
Our brains are burning from words …
Silent tears of one, the anguish of many and we can’t break free from the vice-like clutches of cannibals strewn throughout our lives, poised to devour all we would be…. …
I defy the throes of fate wresting away my morrow, …
Change is the prime inevitable, a linear extent of not always graceful evolutions cutting into our plan “A”. We’re never granted license as disengaged observers but still, when faced…
everyone makes talk with me, no one groks who I am—or even could, according to probability paradigms built upon the absenteeism principle…
My thoughts are gentle as nightfall’s mist bathing leaves of a willow, I’m the prime expression of created beingness. Solitary flute from across the lake, green-eyed girl sharing her harmony …