A Garden in Ojai, CA, May 15, 2018
A trick of the memory
Paints a picture of reality
The thought that denies itself
Calls on spirituality
In one split moment
The curse of perception
Counts itself to sleep before the Shepard
Counting blessings
As the curse gives rise
A gift of resurrection
No past present
No desire
An affirmation of life
Virtue beyond ethic
Prudence in the curse of perception
Dimension of deception
Like a sphere as a circle’s revelation
Shedding perspective
Muse of eternal inspiration
Lift the spirit to its making
The spirit can’t deny itself
Nor thought as mere sensation
This moment calls itself creation
Time and spaceless
Where nightmares abruptly awaken
The thought can no longer deny the picture as a painting
A thought it’s infinitely tracing
The wave that’s been a chore to ride
Unto the breach, where worlds intend not to collide
Breaks at the waxing gibbous
Following the spirit
The broken fists open up their gift
The tide of tears turns
Where the wallflower can’t forget
Memory’s absent trick
The dance never promised to be the fortune
On and on Soham awaken
Break a broken mold
Spirit lift the picture of reality
Hung up on the wall of Braille
A picture getting clearer
See through fortune unforetold
A portrait of a mirror
Framed in fool’s gold
The body’s calm
Slacktide’s modest still infinite motion
Deft deafness washing Sirens back into the ocean
Revelation
Can no longer deny the moment
What picture of reality can’t remember the thought that denied itself?
Nor could it, nor has it ever
That called spirituality
Sheep nor shepherd
Chicken nor egg
Bird nor feather
Is it a moment?
It is that it is
That it is forever