Midnight Wonder/Wander

 

Head in the clouds,

soul on the brink

of salvation and/or annihilation

at any/every moment.

The signs in the sky

appear to point out our future in space.

The signs in my mind

seek to find the path home to source.

But the signs on the street

are marketed for entirely different ends,

singing their songs about realtors

who have erected

new neighborhoods

as far as the eye can see

in this suburban wonderland

(Call Alice;

she might know

the truth by now).

Chopping down trees,

chasing deer

from their home.

Come meet me at midnight,

my friend;

we’ll stare straight

into heaven’s void together.

I too know

what it is

to roam.

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Taxing the System

Rain –

soaked to the marrow,

to the soil,

to the point

past saturation.

God –

whispering the truth,

a little too loose

for the likes

of falling angels.

Roots –

It has been said

a time or two

that the early bird

gets the worm,

so I’m up with the dawn

to dive into the dirt,

rip into the soil,

and tear apart the Earth

until I get mine.

I’ve heard it spoken

by three or thirty

that nothing is ever easy,

so I’m breathing deeply

until perfect mindfulness

completely engulfs my psyche

and I become able

to laugh at and be thankful

for every little challenge

that helps toughen my resolve

toward the enlightenment I seek.

Some people sing

about how chaos leads to order

in this experience

full of pain and pleasure,

and I couldn’t agree more,

so I raise my voice on high

with the symphony of the spheres,

praising this precious life

for all its ups and downs

as I rise and fall

in rhythm with each stage

that guides me along

toward the fate etched…