All of the secrets

are already known

The sages in moth balls

old king on the throne

 

The answers requestioned

new fruit on the vine

What’s hidden uncovered

—as seasons rewind

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

The path to eternity

weaves and turns

As choices deceive

and judgment burns

 

Its labyrinth changing

and mirror lined

Voices in transit

new order unrhymed

 

Pursuit often folly

refusal is death

The push is internal

escaping your breath

 

Beginnings unending

the past in refute

Each moment unfolding

—beyond all repute

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Nothing cuts as deep

as a back that’s turned

 

Denying your existence

—all bridges burned

 

(The New Room: October, 2022)

Being is to

becoming

 

As seedlings are

to blooms

 

Today as to

tomorrow

 

Midnight

unto noon

 

Sparks beget

a brilliance

 

As fans beget

the flame

 

Breath into

a sonnet

 

A child

aptly named

 

A thought

once spoken freely

 

The scent

of chosen prey

 

A smile

when returning

 

A love

—to give away

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Do you have five fingers

without a fist

 

A hope that lingers

a wanton wish

 

Do your letters jumble

beneath the words

 

Does your breath cut off

before it’s heard

 

Does silence threaten

what can’t begin

 

With empty horror

begetting sin

 

Whose grip wraps tightly

o’er digits limp

 

Your soul indentured

—creation’s gimp

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Can God pass judgment

against himself

 

Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed

their essence the same

 

Faith in the vision, truth at the core

a Trinity expanded

 

Tomato, tomatto, all roads lead to Rome

—His joy forever proclaimed

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

 

No need to impress

or need to define

what rests deep inside me

within the sublime

 

All praise and all glory

goes to the Lord

immune from false tribute

to free every word

 

Time as the temptress

exposed in His wake

the One and the Only

not early nor late

 

His calling upon me

my arms open wide

to dig up my treasure

—and travel divine

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

Come to me Achelous

river without tears

Carry me distant

away from my fears

 

Direction is onward

Olympus bestows

 Hermes in orbit

directing the flow

 

At home in your waters

whose currents surpass

Defining my history

from first to the last

 

Your torrent unbridled

the eye of the storm

I drift in your motion

—alive and reborn

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

80/20

20/80

2+2 is 4

 

You’re part way in

you’re part way out

half full till something more

 

The middle of the center

the jesters

hidden lore

 

Dimension plays

one last charade

—to even up the score

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)

The quietest words

—bring on the storm

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2022)