deeper than deep

let it be all you know

Humming entropy.
Days spent wondering
when I’d feel the fruits of mystery.
Emptiness, sweetened.
Fingers mending tension
with pressure
and breath
and focus.
Waiting.
Wanting more
openness.

Mindless affirmations of beauty flood my optical nerves.
Sentences write themselves as (I) observe.

Last night I wrote a poem, just before another
poured through my fingertips.

I must learn to trust love again,
after cruel men and reckless giving.
I must trust the way trees trust their leaves turning red
and falling from heaven is just one death of the infinite.

I’m not trying to say anything.
I’m just showing you how it is.

There are no wrong feelings.

For a while I tried to be rational,
but I’d much rather breathe beautiful nonsense
than settle for unbending structural prisons.

•••

It doesn’t matter to me
whether everything is mind stuff
or some other thing.
Though, how could it be?
It’s all a matter of
form and formless
nestling into textured colors and
invisible threads humming with
the current of aliveness.

If you want to go deep,
relax everything and let it happen.
Become a channel of wonder and mystery.
Revel in the feeling as it reveals itself
through pen and ink and the complexity of your coffee
and the way your nails bleed the color of
desire you’re enchanted with.

Do you know where your heart is?
The cosmic preponderance weights heavy and weightless,
evident in every leaf of every tree and the way the breeze rolls in
when you exhale deeper than deep. In the way
there is no conclusion except for this:
Feel what is.
Let it be all you know
as long as it exists.
Then,
release it.

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