sticky wheels

wheels

within wheels

lies

within truths

truths

within lies

good intentions mixed with fear

create a sticky sneaky web

the power suckers and the fact seekers alike

get stuck on it

beneficial endeavors become corrupted

because human hearts still hold onto forms

and fear the loss of control

but the original pure knowledge is incorruptible

it shines golden for those who search for it instead of the forms that try to carry it

they know there is no boundary that can encompass it

and no power that can control it

The Random Joy

at the most random times it occurs to me how transcendently happy i am,
how this life, everything, is like a --
an intriguing mystical funny dangerous tale

i wake up and see it
so much bigger and stimulating than any story we concoct in our heads and put on a screen
it's such a long and winding and insane road
with bridges and spirals
and the treasure that is found and lost
over and over
and over
and i am happy to be here
stuck in this lovely and terrifying loop
always searching, searching
for the way out
just beyond the next disappointment
the joy
always finds a way back in to rescue me
at the last moment
don't understand it
not sure i want to
oh i really do want to find the way out
i do
but i don't always remember why
joy remembers for me
and reminds me
just often enough
to keep me going

Fields of Light

last night I saw the Fields of Light

shimmering through the shivering night

felt the fingertips of grace

touch the teardrop on my face

saw the brush of a wand'ring saint

caress my soul with his shadowey paint

so i could stare into the lights

and see the patterns of their flights

open mouthing to the wind

that filled me up to fly again