Stasis
Even this tap tap tap is too much the decision too great the implications the participation If I stand here and don’t move am I present at all? As I stop will everything stop will the raucous circus slink back through the veil will we be alone again quiet enough to think to speak to not die Can we float or perhaps fly not through the air but as air? Can we escape this seething cacophony? The battlefields of certainty stomp their hobnailed boots on the mud-spattered faces of t
Bending Without Breaking
It’s so tempting to think of a body as an adversary, it ages, sags, eats too much, exercises too little, and wants what it shouldn’t have. At best its a neutral something you get to ignore until it falls sick and possibly even dies. That’s when the illusion is over. This morning I dragged my adversarial jailer to the mat. Yoga is another one of those things I highly recommend to anyone other than myself. My body is this awkwardly furnished room I live in because I have to. So
All I Have
I will not worship language Although I love it It only points It hints Swipes at Something it Cannot Describe For that I will Be thankful Respect But bow before? For then I would miss The real show So don’t tell me To revere I will not For then I should mistake What I have Come here For. Art: Maze | James Jean #poetry #wisdom #language #literature
Just Listen
It is simple.
you say many
I say one
I want to save silence
from indulgent forays
by unhumbled minds
believing
cacophony
to be a sound
one stops and
listens for
attentively as if
big words made
more sense
because they thunder
in so many syllables
are thunderous
resonate shamelessly
making it well nigh
impossible
to hear
the beauty
singular
and pure
that lies
beneath
waiting
for you
to listen. Art: Untitled (Baby) | Zena Holloway #Simplify #poetry #