Tag Archive: consciousness


Überblick

Each sense has a cache of
residual reality
attention!
not memory at-work at all,
just dimming glows, we filter
the actual,
we choreograph the quintet,
low-capacity volatility,
mosaic,
iconic,
saccadic.

© Chagall ∞

O’ What a Pair

I have an odd dynamic with my father-in-law:
He is a 90 year old man but a very new soul, whereas
I am merely half his age but my soul has traveled twice
by thrice his. Our interplays are often quite quirky.

© Chagall 2017

Chakra

Infinitesimally minute circles of being
align, vortex along one malleable cortex.
I am distributed, I am a planetary system,
I hum prismatic with colors of sound primordial.

© Chagall 2017

Stark Relief

Today while reading Figure and Ground, I highlight
passages that I do not want to remember.

© Chagall 2017

Nothing But a Space-Time Thing

I am exhilarated by early morning and
the promise of timelessness
to experience life’s wonder.

Till evening song
when hours hang heavily and
I shift to the eternity of sky for bearing.

© Chagall 2016

Nuance

In the subtle shift from
mimicry to knowing,
I dives deeper to be
among the weeds. Otherwise
I hovers.

© Chagall 2016

The Interim

The lights are going out,
not forever – just for now.

We have coffee and tea,
we can make bread if need be,
sing, play cards …

Only for a little while,
only just for now.

© Chagall 2016

The Birth of Word

Please accept this filament fine,
as I spun it just for you.

The silk that silk envies weaves
a gentle lattice about nothing.

No breeze stirs you suspended
on girders above trip-wire.

Speak! cries out in need
to fill space.

At the end, even now
we can still hear it echo.

© Chagall 2016

Land, Sea or Air

As I go
so goeth
a quick step
alongside
yet again
watch me teeter
I catch stride
ambulate cleanly
now and then
sometimes for a pretty long time
oops!
banana peel
yep – my head popped
cement apparently
jarred me looser
I float beside me
in rarefied ether
levitate clearly
now and then

© Chagall 2016

Of

The sounds of night
linger and stray
into morning

This is not
real light
I’m aware

Too faded
perhaps
too bright

Too soon
the day
breaks

The day
brakes

Time slows

I enumerate
each passing
thing

One by
one

I am lost
in implicate order

Purely
of my own design

© Chagall 2016

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