the fall comes late here

as i sit with pricks of insecurities

salting my thoughts too sharply.

the taste (its potency) blazes over every spice of life

and numbs reception to all other flavors.

God, ease the sting, the insufficient love

i lack the strength myself to


seed deep the power i've come to know

and trust

let me not blast past for fear of pain

for fear of past becoming present once again

let me taste each subtle, blooming flavor

in all its glory for what it is

and abstain from how i salt life

with my human hands

gently softly fixed

we cry

stagnant in our offering

the way is blocked

is fogged over by insert what you will

trigger release


the gaze of Light into

disheveled corners where any which way

seems fine i'm sure it's fine

i'm sure its --

crooked based on insert what you will.

again remembrance.

again the fog.

again pain suffering disjointed separation

again remembrance

that we are All That Is we are One

and I Am Love and I Am whole

in your eyes

a sentient being

callused by the nature of creation

blessed in the nature of creation

perfect in the nature of creation

that is our will of remembrance

to receive the grace that is our breath

our footsteps forward in time,

the great expanse,

the great cost of living

the great gift of once again

and once again

and once again



the weighing of objects

the weight of thoughts

unstrung like dust in the moonlight

carrying on unbound

for chance at matter


to matter

to be