invisible

It all happens where you don't see it.

Nobody does.

The synthesis,
de-synthesis

underground,
in the dark,
behind closed doors

only without you
is it visible!

isn't that a paradox?!

who then can see,
but Itself?

there are no complicated steps
that will get there

every complicated step but leads away,
deeper and deeper,
into complication,
nets, webs,
internets! ha!

nets within nets
within nets,
strands and strands
and strands and strands...

looking at "microbes"
through a tiny scope
where ALL ELSE IS EXCLUDED.

such clumsy instruments
to measure the Eternal,
the Invisible,
the Immeasurable.

how many numbers
will it take to find God's address?
ho ho ho!

how many streets?
how many stairways
to "heaven"?

just one more
says the voice,

just one more
cookie,
one more fix...
one more lie...

only
the cliff
will do

open windows

After being locked up for years
she decided she would open the windows wide
at night,

open them all the way,

to invite the burglars,
the desperate,
the needy one
to enter.

She even put a ladder to the window
and a sign

"solicitors please come in",
"all welcome".

At first it was a stray kitten
who found its way
into her bed
on top of the covers
and into her heart.

Then it was a small boy
who was lost,
homeless,
abandoned by a mother
who needed her drugs
more than a son,

a peddlar,
tired of the road,
weary of all the "no's",

a young girl,
pregnant by her father,

a lion tamer
who could no longer
scare the hell
out of wild beasts,

a banker who invested his soul
in the black hole account,

the manless maiden,
haunted by the fugitive man,

a roller coaster,
that lost it's bearings
when it found the straight and narrow...

even a pear tree
began to grow
after seeds and soil and rain water
blew in during a storm
that lasted seven days
and seven raging, flashing nights...

when still she kept
the window open.

She didn't want to close out the stars
ever again,
nor the worms,
nor the beggars,
who were so clear
they wanted her Heart.

She needed every single visitor,
large and small,
to come
and call
on her Heart.

Unspeakable

There are tortoises
who love to lay in the sun
on a rock,
all day
by the water.

There are bees
who hover all day in hundreds of flowers.

There are sofa cushions to hold
from sun up to sun down,
and jet sets, jet seats
faster than sound!

There are five droplets
that go this way
and ten that go that,

and one
happens
in a way never before
and never again,

life
without concepts,
Unspeakable

On Jealousy and Self Hatred

if I was her
then who would be me?

who would write my poems,
paint my paintings?

would i really wish death
on this tulip?

God, you made a mistake;
you did it wrong.

would you really rip away that life?

Freeze.

the.frame.

Stop.

In perfect stillness,
in timelessness,
without a past,
without a future,
without other,

look again
at that tulip?

Look very closely
at each cell,
each cheek,
each curve,
every nuance of rose...

TOUCH her.

Inhale her.

the indescribable,

is she not the perfect queen?

Trees

What I love about trees:
deep calm,
flexible,
no fixed position