on experience and transcendence


a meditation on experience

I live to float on the stars

To be swept up by the birds

To watch the art of the universe sing

or dance or cry

And fall back on my pillow

Uplifted, head lolling

And hear and forget the stress in my heart

To close my eyes and

move my eyes to view---

I'm

ascending

A journey to Heaven

A naive perception of art

A dandelion seed in the cosmos

carried away by Time and Space

Feeling

is fickle and altering and all there is.

independence

My pulse washing over me

Eyes squinting and closing

Smile when it gets so cold

An indulgent Romantic

Journeying the Wall

I want to stand on one foot

Arms stretched out

Leaning forward

Eyes crinkling to see the wind blow

And feel the fragrance of Spring buds

Ornamenting me

stargazing

wading through muddy water

in blackness

strained eyes and tendons

deflating at this struggle

drying up like a raisin in the sun

then i look up

searching in the sky

grasping at what i can't have

astronomically distanced from what exists

the Ideal

floating, drifting, flying

detached from earth, anchored to a light above

trapezing from city to city in blinks

whirling through seas and deserting

the world i know

escape in the darkness

walt, allen, or my ego

the freed man

large, gaping wings on his back

angelic white

him, a ruffian

an outcast

scratching his grisly beard, he rests,

two-legged upon the firm soil of Nature,

opening his eyes to the sounds around,

he lives.

until he feels a pang in his stomach

and remembers he's late

he leaps, straight up, flapping his wings

then relaxes, falling.

content, smiling, floating.

identity

health, tradition, memories, joys, pain,

sadness, solitude, nuance, independence,

security, insecurity, failing, proceeding,

i want to let go of self---

let priority place others ahead of mine

the suffering beyond the human condition,

the injustice, rings

corruption is complicit

look to history for models

live to be forgotten by business but

remembered in the citations of alternative history classes

yet.

laziness taunts my inaction

subtlety snares my heel

then horns sprout and i sit on my ass

authenticity

is removing the box

the filter straining my mouth

my thoughts caged, internalized

collapsing to culture

or my perception of it

true connection precluded

leaving regret unknown

listening carefully and acting

is the moment

the box when crushed

opens up the wide expanse

of unfettered love

pandora's spirits trapped

by the radiance of authenticity

culture [edited]

follows me

trailing my shadow

turn around to catch it out

then i peer inward

it has made a home

grasping at my chest

i can pull pieces out between laughs with my friends

but it's rooted within me

i can't extract it

why should i?

words falling from my parents' mouths

flying into my chest

making a home

inseparable

i can't escape it

why should i?

the ball in my chest weighing me back

i claw at it to get closer

reforming myself

solitude

the peace of expression

untrammeled viewing of the world

birds spark choirs in my heart

i am free

sonder

living in creation

religion

comfort

safety

a mission

but the falsehood behind it

lurking

a wolf among sheep

there's no shepherd to save me

i lean into the wolf

jumping into its belly

and i find freedom in its intestines

frolicking in its innards

what was i afraid of?

essays

the thoughtful conclusion

of four years

or at least the four days of writing they took

well --- it's more than that

the hours and sweat i've put into expression

into self-discovery

into opening myself up to admissions officers

while cowering under firm grammar and professionalism

a ballet dancer's balance

structure, simplicity, vulnerability,

a cracked facade

perfectly pried apart for them to get a glance

to peek inside the dragon's egg and hope for more

for beauty, for a phoenix rising from the ashes

(in twenty years or so)

(and the chick must have $400k gorged down its throat by its parents)

peace

unweighted

not drifting but stable, intentional

wings on the back of a poet

of the inner dreamer

unrestrained, unimagined ideas arriving

and i'm not late, no luggage

jumping on

the ride is beautiful

the flight is beautiful

grounded

people

values

nature