The Abyss

We look to the heights
But are afraid of the depths
Mental, we forget what's elemental
to Life on Earth or anywhere else.
Water, the formless feminine.
It's womb dark mystery to Man
Unconscious, emotional, intuitive.
From tears to oceanic bliss
A realm
That the masculine mind
would rather avoid.

But it's not. A void.
It's full of life. And full of answers.
But it takes a plunge into
the abyss to unearth
the mystery of our ancestry.

OLVE

It takes a lot of LOVE to create,
You have to LOVE what you’re doing
It really helps if you LOVE who you’re doing it for
You have to LOVE doing it
And you have to LOVE it even when you hate it
So if you take one LOVE and turn it backside front
You have EVOL
Then take another love and invert it: OLVE
Bring ‘em together and you will
EVOLVE

Tap

Tap tap tap
On the keys
Tap tap tap
On my Psyche

Insistent?
Not really.
I could ignore it.
But wouldn't that be
something like ignorance?

Who are you?
And who am I?
Mysteries, both.
Unfurling,
Like my heart.

Not-knowing, is contentment.

Life the poem

I feel like writing a poem today.
My poem is an expression of my inner ecstasy.
X-stasis. A deep inner stillness. Capable of receiving.

These poems never come because I intend them to.
They arise in me spontaneously,
Not brought forth by my intense inner longing...or some exquisite rapture.
But rather, when my longing drops off into empty space.
And Gravity isn't just a force. It's Love.
An image in my head burns like a jewel and then there it is…
The movement of my body waking up in the middle of the night.
Stumbling in the dark to find a pen, turn on the lamp
And scratch a few words--uncomprehendingly---on an old envelope.

Next morning, a poem.

But that’s when I’m asleep.

Awake, Life is the poet, and I am the poem.