Nature rules not

In Dream,  experience, accept, no question

All broken rules of nature seem intact

All sudden event changes, accepted without question

No time dependencies, no physical restraints

The longing to experience this state is strong

We can not go for more then a few days with out it

Yet, such difficulty to recall

Hallucinations kick into gear; in order to protect us

Earth gravity confines  with mass and passages of time

And we as humans strain for adaptation

Our  natural brain state is the infants no rule state

What of the different rules on other planets

Why must we sleep to be unbound by them

To maintain   wakeful sanity

In sleep we’re free and unrestrained

Our singularity turns many

We can be here or there

Everywhere

Everyone

Yonge and old

Male and female

Transparent

Solid

Amplified

Dulled

What is the reason, purpose for this dual state

So different

from wake and sleep

What are we to learn

Awaiting  its return

By IF

Undone

My little secret

locked within

an empty void of unknown truth

How all uncertain things turn out to be

My little rabbit died on Easter Sunday

and even that I am uncertain of

But when I dream

my dreams  forewarn me

I’m in the kitchen and

It is with much regret

I hold a pounding tool and with it

pound the little rabbit on the head

I see no choice, It can not go into the oven any other way

for fear of too much pain, the ovens hot!

so here I am

LOSS

My hart gone numb

With tears aflow

I ache within

I can not show

I long to hold and touch and know

That which is unknown and will never know

Uncertainty has griped me with a hold

Regret of that which I’ve done not

Who were you I will never know

I feel the void

I celebrate that

What I have

and morn that

What I’ve not

Sorrow, Longing, Regret

Comprehension, Love,

Desire Pity, Dread

Hope !

Apr 6 1996

Haircut in the wind

It ‘s haircut day, outside today,

young birds be ready and on the look out

The hair is snipped and carried by the wind,

across the terrace floor.

Your DNA adrift to weave and form

a cushion and a comfy home

A place of rest for hatchlings if you will,

a comfy place to sit on eggs.

Long after you are gone

the wind will pick it up and send adrift to lands unknown

How many different birds will find its use

and wait again for

hair cut day outside today

to weave its nests another day

SUSHI

I love sushi, as I will tell.

We have a special bond.

Ginger wasabi, soya sauce.

Sushi rice, avocado,cucumber, salmon, tuna, eal, tempura shrimp,

Mayo, Nori.

It arrives all beautifully laid out.

I know it and it comes to me by many names,

Salmon Rose, Dragon Roll, Black Mumba, California Roll,

Salmon and Tuna Sashimi.

Patience, Savour with your eye the art of fish.

Grab a morsel firmly with your sticks,

Dip, then pop it in your mouth,

repeat till all is gone and just the memories remain.

Two weeks pass, Do it again,

As if for the first time.

Drugs

Coming on, coming strong, feeling the blood flow.

Burns like fire, my act is desire and knowing that it’s wrong.

Coloured pills, burning grass, wrapped in paper pricks my heart.

Needle points to my vain,

Who would have thought I could have gained so many faults?

No one to blame.

Reflecting

What thoughts seep into my mind and float away before I ever realize they came.

I am, I feel, I want.

What causes all of that?