Dream of Consciousness

With ease,

we sit beneath the night.

You draw circles in the sky.

Set into orbit a lofty plan

as I draw time-lines in the sand.

You cast them into the atmosphere

creating rings around your spheres.

Set into motion an incantation

...an unconditional hymn...

to which I awaken.

Writing A Wrong

The irony
will never
be lost
on me:

You're not
a writer,he would say,
but you can do
this
and
this
for me.
Yet,
the very this
she could not do
was the this
that set her free.

What Is A Poem?

no word, nor rhyme
nor meter hold

the bellowing depths
called forth from soul

interpretation
mere human folly

as spirit yearns
to express wholly

so then
within
this sacred
experience

the flesh
at best
must embrace
the trance

become open, gaping
to the hollow wound

expanding, birthing
from the omnipotent womb

and cradle with faith
a word, a rhyme
measuring humanness
against the Divine