Monday, May 21, 2012

In Limbo

Stillness watches over me
like a damp cloud
hovering, waiting.
I ignore it
in my whereabouts
rushing from one task
to the next
overshadowing what is here.

The invitation to go underground
is vague.

The dark, moist morning
beckons me
to expand into it —
recoiling is not an option
seeing in the dark, is.

Sunday, May 13, 2012


Surrendering into night
I watch the undoings of the day
slowly melt into my bed
as if all my goals
have subsided
desires vanished.

I surrender
to the night's wishes
to be clearly in the moment
unhindered, serene
like an elder
who has done his tasks
lived fully in the world
and now
is ready for the edge.

I enter the sleeping dream
with no regrets
so when the sun rises
I do, too
born fresh in the morning
given another chance
to carry my
night of surrender
into the day.