The Existentialists Time – 5am

Often I get up before dawn
Silently creeping from the warm bed
Where my beloved lays sleeping
I wander the emptiness for a while
Without any focus, nothing in particular
And then I make coffee
And sit
There is such sweet delight to sit
Before the world starts
And allow whatever words to fall out
And if nothing should happen
Well that’s ok as well

This pre dawn
This time before the world
Is the existentialists time
Alone and silent, before birth
Just this pure emptiness
Filled with creativity
Knowing the inevitable, unstoppable
Rising of the day
Powerless in the face of time

And thus, in no time at all,
Did 6am roll around
And pretty soon his beloved emerged
Yawning and smiling her delight
As the sun peeked over the horizon
And the wave rolled on

Ah! time is such a blessing
And a curse.

stillness and movement

this morning i looked out
and saw a wondrous sight
this vast empty fullness met me
an ocean stretched out in blue perfection
seemed to kiss the sky as it came down to greet it.
the pacific!
and as i watched it roll and shimmer and crash upon the shore
it seemed so still yet so fluid
such stillness and movement
and i wondered why it is so hard for us
to be like this
today the ocean is my master.

I am in Muir Beach, California.

Embrace Sadness

Don’t sit so far away

From the fire

Hidden in the shadows

Like a ghost

Come and take your place

Here, in the light

Warm your cold bones

And let the fire’s love

Turn your loneliness

To beauty

No-one here is different from you

Each carries their loneliness

In some special way

Embrace whatever ails you

And even though

Sadness hurts

Don’t move away from it

But let it be what it is

And in it’s own sweet time

It will move on.

experiences are like an insatiable addiction

sometimes i run through the streets of sausalito
and i see hundred of tourists
they seem to look everywhere
up down all around
and yet none of them are present
they have cameras
all of them
taking pictures of everything
especially themselves
and yet none of them are present

i would trade
all that wandering around
looking at things
for a sweet moment
of presence

all you have to do is stop still
and there it is
and yet this stopping still
is so hard
to the mind
that just wants experiences

experiences are like an insatiable addiction
and only when you stop can you see
how addicted you were.

time based and body bound

what are we
beyond all this?

locked up in these shells
time based and body bound

subject to cosmic laws
we don’t understand

we grapple and struggle
to make sense of this
we plead with the wise
to explain
our predicament

we search the heavens
for company

but we remain
time based and body bound
each of us
a momentary appearance

in the mind of god

each time i try and
understand all this
my mind collapses
and i am left without words.

love and air

i cannot tell the difference
between love and air
i need both
to survive
both are equally neglected
and taken for granted
but i imagine
if we removed love
it would have the same effect
as removing the air
we would suffocate

you don’t really notice something
until its gone

but love and air
the invisible forces
are what holds it all together

we woud do well
to remember this
in these hateful days