existence, part ix (choice)

there is a great tension in life between polarities

 between which requires an act of bravery

to truly live (without control)

or not to truly live (seek control)

existence, part viii (form as root?)

we are just spirits trying to be here

existence, part vii (we try to inhabit this world)

inside of this sentence is an idea
around its perimeter i push the sand
do you see it?


man is like this, too


what idea do we contain?
who sees us?

existence, part vi (woman)

and so he named her, woman

she was quaking in her nightdress in the side yard,
naming things in whispers like tree and sparrow and breeze.
her nightdress blew against her body and suggested she had a form
but her trembling suggested it was no one thing.
what was she up to by naming the world?
it was a game she played, only she didn't really understand it.
what she wanted (and this was a secret even to herself)
was for someone to tell her she was here.
it was she who wanted a name.

existence, part v (man, the terribly lucky mishap of skin)

where would we be without form?

existence, part iv

it is morning, (it is always morning except when it is not) the fog is heavy and we break out of the crust of shore, fracture ourselves from the particle of being and become.  outward we go unknowingly, knowing in our core only the pull of particle being through the long (if we are lucky) reverberating string that extends itself through our lifetime.  one day we will find the island and climb aboard, once again, that which is our home.

existence, part iii

i come here to be here
(do you understand?)
i wake up and long to touch the world
any small poem i write or words that i mumble
these are my fingers, my hands, my spirit reaching out
any photograph i take is an effort of my body to move closer
but distance is an illusion - i do not move any closer
(nor do i wake up any further away)
only the longing is not an illusion
only the longing is real

existence, part ii

existence, part i