poetry

Time is of the essence

Time is of the essence, To get to the nothing You must become. That hum you hear? It moves through you, The breath of the divine as it echoes. That heartbeat? That is yours, The planet's, The universe's, The thump-thump-thump of consciousness as it unfurls. We are all one, And yet even to say this… Continue reading Time is of the essence

poetry

Apocalypse

Every moment Is an apocalypse of the self, A turning of our hopes and dreams to sand.   What we had built: nothing. What we had longed for: a puff of smoke.   In this way, Even our lives as a whole can be viewed As nothing more than a planting of seeds, A fertilization… Continue reading Apocalypse