Painting with words

speaking in colors

Palette of voices

— rainbow Divine

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The moon unquestioned

has no answers

Between light’s reflection

the coming dawn

 

One promise chosen

to fill the darkness

One promise chosen

to calm the storm

 

As planets rally

the moon abandoned

The time for reason

has come and gone

 

They spin their orbits

and claim reentry

New eyes upon them

new axis spawned

 

Rotating freely

in pinball madness

Colliding passions

of night’s retreat

 

A new moon laughing

the death of order

A new moon waiting

— as shadows sleep

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The higher you rise

the thinner the air

The more that’s at risk

the less there’s to dare

As oxygen falters

your head becomes light

And looking above you

fear turns to delight

The sun is setting

far over the peak

The summit awaits

whose answers you seek

With twilight retreating

your flag in the rock

You enter the madness

— descending unlocks

 

(Memories Of Sagarmatha: April, 1981)

God can’t become

that greater

than he is

God can’t become

tomorrow

or today

God can’t become

now or then

when always

God but exists

pure reason

— faith relayed

 

(The First Book Of Prayers: March, 2025)

 

Affable people

are likeable fools

Divorced from the moment

their banter unspools

 

Affable people

in search of a creed

Amusing examples

— of folly indeed

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Someday to write

the greatest poem

The most powerful words

forever to hear

 

Someday to write

the moment solemn

Where time will stop counting

— and prescience endears

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Often

words that

condemn

offer salvation

 

Their

juxtaposition

the blink

of an eye

 

What starts

to indict

turns into

redemption

 

The turn

of a phrase

their meaning

— belies

 

(The New Room: March, 2025)

 

 

 

 

Returning to my past

effects became causes

Finishes became starts

descended upon

 

The light there to spin

in spheres of infinity

Time the impostor

— beginning to end

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

Reincarnation

eternity’s myth

You’re incarnated

only once

Though many transitions

are stamped with time’s pretense

As it was in the beginning

— it will be at the end

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)

The most constant romance

 the one with yourself

The most lasting friendship

the mirror defines

The most sacred promise

only yours to break

The most valued feelings

— your treasure inside

 

 

(The New Room: February, 2025)