That it is Enough

That it is Enough

I have learned
That to be with those I like is enough
To be loved as little or as much

Simplicity is the glory of enough
I do not seek more, or I would falter
My soul stands cool and pure
Composed as if for thousands
Of reincarnations

And to believe that
A leaf of grass is no less
Than the journey of stars

That the glow of oceans
Is no less than a miracle of
Being at the right distance
From a sun, that is the right magnitude
I have learned to view freely

To watch the years slowly
Not as myself, but as all life
Do I contradict myself

I am large, I contain multitudes
I am not one self but
A collection of neurons
My brain is a hologram
Of all of humanity

If I exist this way, that is enough
Stranger, if you pass me
Give me a look with the

Fragrance of sunrise and I Will know
That we walk undisturbed
With lessons of beauty at every turn
That is enough, so here I shall
Dismiss all that has offended my soul
And empty myself at the end of each new day.

Units of Identity

Units of Identity

Everyone is more or less
A translation of who they used to be
That being said, don’t get so

Settled in your own skin
Better to try new things
Find new people, mingle a little?
Everyone gets simpler as they
Ease into their own skin

It may take a few decades
Uphill and then downhill
So they say, so let go a little

Everyone is more or less
A poor translation of who
They wanted to be and resigned
With serendipity, they find
They can accept more than they once

Might have tolerated, it’s called
Life as a compromise, it’s the
Human journey, so we finally

Learn not to measure, judge, label
Inner peace is more valuable
Than analysis you might say.

Psalm 3 – The Sacred

Lord, how in thinking of only
Myself, am I lost in a world
Of cruelty without redemption?
There is no God for the selfish. Selah.

God does not exist for those
Who compete against others
For profit, for territory, for power
Against humanity, against life

Lord, how the masses are
So serious about their lot in life
And equally almost stupid
To the wonders of existence

In their down-trodden state
They forget the grace. Selah.
Will their tears come to nothing?
I will not be afraid for myself. Selah.

If God is near, the heart finds
Salvation, in what was given
Not by taking, but in accepting
Not by pushing, but by smiling

Not by cursing, but in learning
How simple is this world given. Selah.
I am only now beginning to comprehend
When I found light, I realized
I had no enemies, I awoke to this.

The White Sunset

Standing on the tiptoe
of my universe
I found I had

Nothing but love to offer
While the nature of
Anonymous cruel indifference
Can seem unnameably cold
I admired the ability of it

To make us feel free
Insolent as my fate had been
Greener than the word May

The mast of these afternoons
Only beggared for moderation
And that enraptured simplicity
From which I came
That was enough, and so were

The rest of the years that I was given
at the asylum of the eucalypti
I would rest, and it would be
Wondrous and christening
Like a white sunset.

SPIRITUAL SOLUTION

On the Egyptian papyrus
I read the star-chart of the future
There are no credits in fate

No discretion in life-experience
As if life were a mere accident
In some ghost-continuum of

Many possible futures, variables
Of natural algorithms of what
Was meant to be, after all –

Beneath Spring light as lovely
As candles in the Earth’s own womb
I felt the racing of embryos

Life, love and the plummet of years
Priceless as the attendants of lost hours
I sought to unloose the perfect

Formula of being, but there was none
No happiness that led to lasting joy
Except for the strange spiritual instinct.

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The Intangible

Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what
you do with what happens to you. – Aldous Huxley

I’ve experienced what
I was meant to experience
I’ve seen and heard and met
All that I was meant to see, hear, meet
And I have loved
That which I was preordained to love
So why do I fret, all is as it should be
Experience is not what happens to you
It’s what you do with what happens to you
I’ve perceived my own perception change
Into a subjectivity of quantum possibility
There I meditated on the great ends
The release from knowing and a
Finality of loving everything
Reality is merely an illusion
Albeit a very persistent one
The end of the soul is energy
Everything is a bridge to that state of being
That lives invisible behind all sensation
Experience, fate, free-will, identity
Are merely the teachers of the wise
Who end up knowing nothing quite justly
Danger and opportunity is but the gathering
Of the ‘crisis’ of being, that is
In the last regard, quite unimportant.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one – Albert Einstein

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1. http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Enchanting-381636901
2. http://browse.deviantart.com/art/grenade-2-381660719

Nothing Twice

Nothing ever does happen twice
You and I were meant to be
At a certain time and place
In consequence, the sorry fact is

We live without closure
We only hope and attempt
The love that banishes our time
Into oblivion, like children

Nothing is perfect like we might imagine
If there ever was a dumb moment
In the choices we do make
Let us not make the same mistake twice

Nothing ever happens without a reason
You and I were meant to be
Maybe great loves, but not friends
That is something I’ve come to accept.

When Geography Meets Biography

My sky, lights up with questions/
When I am with you
Like an applause meter of naturalness
Acceptance, is a beautiful thing

With references, of quiet friendship/
I don’t need clever turns of phrase
But simplicity, that spells out the
Beautiful names, like laughter unbidden

I’d cherish that, like lightning/
Out on the evening veranda
Or raindrops heavy with moisture
That long for the ground, the quiet Earth

So strong and stable, so in need/
Of a little water, that’s how I am with you –
A running light, of golden miles
As far as the eyes can see, it’s comforting

To know, that I can find contentment/
Light-jeweled in the parks
Turning in only conversation, forth & replied
Like a deeper comfort into the night.

26.4.2013