Sunday, February 28, 2016

Loving From a Distance So Close



I don’t want to stir the cauldron
Start those beads of joy
Bouncing off each other
Light, color, sound

It’s safer here inside
Where I can talk to you
Heart to heart
And share the never-ending

I don’t want to open the mailbox
And see my name in black ink
On an envelope from you
With some unfamiliar stamp

It’s better to talk to you soul to soul
All the things we really want to say
That don’t depend on gravity’s structures
Or involve people to be hurt

I know that psychic dialogue is suspect
That the test of truth is in the manifestation
I know it would be exciting to see you
But I don’t want to stir it up

I walk in the forest alone
The spirits talk to me
The fairies recognize me clearly
The old trees say ‘Welcome back’

To match my steps to yours would be strange
To feel the tentacles of your presence
Interact with the energy of the woods
Like them I would be subsumed

I’d rather have you with me in my mind
Be all at one with every stalk and branch
And know that on every parallel track
Our lives are intertwined



Friday, November 27, 2015

Before the Internet













Before the Internet there was a different
Kind of loneliness

Obsession was weightier
Not easy to slough off
Without endless distraction

Love felt like an enormous
Production complete with spirits
Arrayed in symphonic splendor

Never before discovered
Or enjoyed
Exactly so

There was a different kind of
Inner silence
In the seams between the sighs

More than just pauses between clicks
Or never-ending texts
The waiting moment

Touchable, reachable
Only by a cascade of experiences
Each to be absorbed

Going back in time to greet myself
I might be surprised
To feel that same ennui

That agony that used to fuel
My creativity
When having a muse

Was the difference between
Loneliness and being
Alone on a sea of joy.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

To My Fellow Artists (and Humans)

... and mostly to myself.

Who cares about criticism?
Criticism doesn't matter.

What matters is fighting through the depression
to what counts.

Don't let fear of criticism
stop you from creative
self-expression.

Be yourself.