Not knowing the outcome,
I’d hide in the field
And wait for nature
to turn out the yield
Perception unharvested,
the thick to the thin
The fantasies rotting
—all truth caving in
(Stoltzfus Farm: December, 2020)
Not knowing the outcome,
I’d hide in the field
And wait for nature
to turn out the yield
Perception unharvested,
the thick to the thin
The fantasies rotting
—all truth caving in
(Stoltzfus Farm: December, 2020)
It’s hard to say goodbye
when you know the time is dwindling
In the moments you have left,
what was given, taken back
It’s hard to say goodbye
when the words are lost and foreign
Those looks you get with time beset
—in everlasting sorrow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
What genius can thus inspire,
the mind will never know
It takes more than a thought conceived,
to go where visions go
Angkor Wat or Taj Mahal,
we only stand in awe
And wish to go from whence they came
—the artists Shangri La
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
What is the square root of time,
what is a moment devolved from itself
What is the relative quotient of dreams,
tomorrow unspoken—lost inbetween
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Married to the moment,
divorced from everything else
my vows repeated over and over
—this present forever to begin
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
The music trying to catch up with itself
as I sit here in the dark
—a figment of a lost dimension
—a remnant of some other duality
This place becoming a steppingstone
to what is now already gone
and the melody so close, so distant, and so far,
passing through itself to what might have been
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)
The spirit can never be suppressed
its silent essence roars
No government or despot’s reign
can change its ethos pure
Bottled up the pressure builds,
like Cuba underscored
The rhythm faint but always there
—erupting force majeure
(Deamsleep: December, 2020)
Talent versus genius,
innate the spirit cries
Surpassed by something undefined
—old limits left behind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Fading in the distance,
years trapped inside the past
The future just beyond our reach,
its vacuum deep and vast
Each moment to remind us,
when looking North and South
The horse’s mouth will speak the truth
—when present here and now
(Dreamsleep: December, 2020)
Tranquil and quiet…
a walk in the park
Until life’s Trojan Horse
rolls in from the dark
Cancer invading,
you must parry back
Each moment recaptured
—a present still wrapped
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2020)