Living between the spaces,
of what never came to pass
The light rays self-divided,
the present from the past
Living within the moment,
no time to lose or gain
The choices made inversely
—in yes plus no refrain
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Living between the spaces,
of what never came to pass
The light rays self-divided,
the present from the past
Living within the moment,
no time to lose or gain
The choices made inversely
—in yes plus no refrain
(Rosemont Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
When I think back on all the times that were
—and weren’t
My mind rewrites the answers to the questions
—never asked
To set the time that’s left on fire
—in joyful hope
To rhyme the final ending line
—with one last wish
(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)
All discovery…
but one grand paradox
All reflection
—caught deeply there within
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
Stranded on the island
of your professed beliefs
Anchored in the promise
of a new tomorrow
Each wave a stark reminder
of the choices that you made
Your faith inside a bottle
—the tide unclear
(Haverford College: January, 2020)
Stranded on the island
of your professed beliefs
Anchored in the promise
of a new tomorrow
Each wave a stark reminder
of the choices that you made
Your faith inside a bottle
—the tide unclear
(Haverford College: January, 2020)
If Panpsychism were true
—what could ever be false
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
The mind and body dualist,
his prison for a throne
Confusion reigns where consciousness walks,
where can it find a home
The soul the prize that matters,
the spirit up for grabs
Proximity defining its own lie,
positioning unclad
But somewhere in the distance,
and somewhere heretofore
A laughter lives beyond itself,
escaping its own core
The zero-sum dilemma,
what Sages claim to own
Lay far beyond what’s deep within
—where truth is free to roam
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
With every new belief,
you have to let something go
Each thought self-entitled
—to reap what it sows
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Understanding too much,
feeling too little
Our being unbalanced
—and spirit restrained
(Wayne Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
We make the beds we lie in
—to sleep or not
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)