beyond the iris

I look at your eyes / and forget they have color.

biofeedback

We Have No Choice But To Comply.

To me it was Their transaction: / A payment / Or collection / Now, literally Everything is given away.

And while I knew well it would not be a dream / I expected a little less grinding of gears.

Let my palate adjust / To the heat / And the sweet,

I write alone, in verse or prose / Enjoy it, if you predispose.

No matter the Framing, the Mat, or the Pane / The Whole of The Story it shall not contain.

Loneliness is not / Truancy of Them; / ‘Tis the Roar of Self

Moist is for cake. Only. Ever.

I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.

Just / Air

All I ever do is run. So how do I step in… Step into the sun?

Some bits and bytes of sound and light combine

July doesn’t change a thing.

What will the church do with us?

The FIve-Fold Path

This was the first in a very irregular stream of video entries. I’m slowly uploading them to my site so … More

risk brokenness to gain everything.

And lo, the clock chimes, dinner’s done

I’m finding Self as self Itself gets lost

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