Friday, November 27, 2015

Before the Internet

Before the Internet there was a different
Kind of loneliness

Obsession was weightier
Not easy to slough off
Without endless distraction

Love felt like an enormous
Production complete with spirits
Arrayed in symphonic splendor

Never before discovered
Or enjoyed
Exactly so

There was a different kind of
Inner silence
In the seams between the sighs

More than just pauses between clicks
Or never-ending texts
The waiting moment

Touchable, reachable
Only by a cascade of experiences
Each to be absorbed

Going back in time to greet myself
I might be surprised
To feel that same ennui

That agony that used to fuel
My creativity
When having a muse

Was the difference between
Loneliness and being
Alone on a sea of joy.

Saturday, November 21, 2015

To My Fellow Artists (and Humans)

... and mostly to myself.

Who cares about criticism?
Criticism doesn't matter.

What matters is fighting through the depression
to what counts.

Don't let fear of criticism
stop you from creative

Be yourself.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Imagine (If You Can)

Scientists have now confirmed
Reality is a figment of our imagination
Or more accurate to say
We create our reality with our minds

Our minds
Those sacred organs
Given to us in trust
For a lifetime
Another chance
To understand

The Buddha said
Self is an illusion
Suffering is conditional
Compassion is the antidote
Jesus said it too
If you love me, feed my sheep

Once you feel that
In your heart
Strip away
The body nation culture
Family gender name

Imagination led you here
And what you find
Is not a void
It has no emptiness

You hear the music
Of the spheres
And it could be
Lennon's anthem

It could be a rocket
Or a drone
Either way, the heart
Keeps beating

Where is the
Training ground of
The faithful?
Here, in us.