Thursday, October 21, 2010


Who knew
that pain
could be
such a companion

so moody
so demanding
so ready to tear me

so loyal
so committed
so ready to hold me
in its embrace
over and over
and over again

so present
so exquisitely present
that I cannot avoid it
miss it
ignore it
or transcend it

so I do
the only possible thing;
I turn to it
again and again
I submit to it
be with it
be it

What was I
afraid of?
This pain is
a friend

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

This now

I am alone
but not lonely

I am empty
but not without

I am single
but not unwedded

I am constant
but not changeless

I am flow
but not without stillness

I am everything
but not without nothing

What am I?

I am you
I am you
We are one
We are that
Not even that
Just being
Just this
this now.