my self : the muse

Month: May, 2011

why all this preoccupation

     form and method

pick a gate — walk

     through it find that

          space you never left

          could never have

any entrance

     is the right entrance

            to your center

that has no you


when story stops playing

   silence storms these gates

no one left to argue

the water’s wet

the seeker

without the seeking

what comes next?


only until we are broken
can the light shine through

it’s a sweet melody
of nothing to do



directionless sense

  endless field of possibility

dare to follow

  where no you is found

and live in the space

  that opens itself