Possibilities

I like to think and question
I love to ponder and explore.

It may seem
I am
irRATioNal,

But the truth is
I am just

OPEN

in a closed world,

a CIRCLE

in a square world,

a PEG
that doesn't fit the hole...

But I am whole
And I embrace HOLISTIC
because it is pure,

And I may not be HOLY
but I'm DIVINE

and that's just fine!

I am open
But I question
and I change.
Grow.
TRANSFORM.

like a butterfly
I take flight,

Because I embraced
POSSIBILITY
in my quest for light.

I want truth.
I am a scientist;
I cast off what I disprove!

I am an alchemist;
I transform my reality,

And you may think I'm crazy
But that is to me
DIVINE COMEDY.

the secret is

all this time you were a square peg
Thinking it fit in a round hole,

And all that empty space
is just
missed POSSIBILITIES.

Conspiracy Theorist

Don't be such a conspiracy theorist!

In the magazine I read
A person who believes in one conspiracy
Is more likely to believe many

This is a serious illness
Of the Mind,
You should seek treatment!

But as a subtext...
It reads
That this mindset would not exist
In a world without real conspiracies

Now that is a conspiracy!

Forgive me while I put on my foil hat
Cover my face from the cameras
Question
Ponder
Explore

These conspiracies exist
Because we are still not free
To be
Who and what we desire
Always bombarded with images
Of what we should become

Never satisfied
We eat and don't feel full
We do and still feel bored
We live in instant gratification
But when was the last time you truly felt gratified?

Deep inside
There are hollow places, never filled

So yes, I'm ill

I am so sick and tired
Of feeling disconnected
Feeling isolated
Overstimulated
But still not gratified

I need to simplify

Go back to my roots
Stick up new shoots
Question
Ponder
Explore

That is what life is for
We are constantly shifting
Learning
Changing

If that makes us conspiracy theorists
I wish there were more

No Small Feats

As a child I was never amazed by feats of skill,
Because I knew we all are capable of these and so much more.
We are boundless energy in human form.
Now what impresses me are feats of human will,
How we dare to press through life's great storms,
The fiery light that shines out from our core.
Let go of doubt to figure out
We are all spirit,
And spirit has no limit.
Reach for Mars!
Reach for the stars,
And soar!

Being Divine

People think strange things about their gods

Jehovah created the world in 7 days
He let his only son die on the cross to forgive our sins
You know Bumba vomited out the Universe
And all his son did was create ants

Ra was the sun,
I know bad pun,
But it's true
And Apollo drove the sun across the sky in a chariot
Raven stole the sun and threw it into the heavens

If you look down the throat of Krishna you would see the Universe

People follow all sorts of rules to appease their gods,
Give up certain meats
Go on pilgrimages
Remain chaste
Wear certain clothes
Self-mutilate
Give money
Pray or meditate daily
Shave their heads
Climb mountains
Build pyramids
Make sacrifices

Perhaps our gods are just that amazing
So worthy of our love and adoration

Forget for a moment
That they
Send plagues of locusts
Start floods
Allow plagues
Allow killing in their names
Let the poor remain poor
Let people live in the belly of whales
Watch women get stoned
And burned at the stake

Just because someone questioned their love of a god, their intentions, their heresy

When faced with all this most of us still bow our heads
Our gods are divine
This is all part of their plan
We believe, we trust, we pray

Others are more skeptical
They realize that just maybe
Gods are much like men
They are capable of good and evil
Love and hate
Joy, serenity, anger, jealousy
Chastity, lust

And in our gods we trust

But perhaps
We are divine too
Capable of amazing feats
Of fear and adoration
Like the Virgin Mary
Round with the idea of perfect love
Like Hercules
Able to walk on Earth and in Heaven
Like Buddha
Capable of right speech

A Matter of Taste

I always expected to experience the world with words
Document each adventure with the scrawl of black ink
But as I was fated, instead I experience with taste
The fresh smooth flavour of uncooked salmon
The savoury delight of spice in the afternoon market
The pungent bite of sewer, or durian, I never quite know,
The dull catching flavour of early morning smog. 
So many variations to dance across my taste buds,
Startling, disgusting, delighting!
The world is just delicious!

Unpacking the City

City streets, slimy screens of smog

Smearing signs and staircases

Slipping through shutters and shades

Streaking skin, like sweaty sheen.

Soft sunlight makes the scene serene

Until we shift the silent secrets,

Sift the things left unsaid, seeing truly.

The traffic could seem tame

When trying for tranquility

Tirelessly tilting worlds to uncover truth

Tacking up thoughts of time-tested traditions

To displace tired towers and tirades of taxis

Twisting and turning in the tumult

This tropical sideshow

Slowly we bring this together

Well thought out fusing,

Stirring the cosmic soup

We realize the world can’t be black and white

I could meditate on the ways I have boxed it

Neatly, organizing, all for not

We have no power beyond patience

And purposeful observation

Letting all things flow as they were intended

Golden

You there with the perfect golden sheen
You could be an angel
Don't you wish you could just
Fly away

You there with the glossy pink
And pouty lips
Please be who you want to be
And don't shy away

Because you are beautiful.
Don't let anyone tell you different.
You are beautiful.
Everyday in every way
And what's more.

Your smile and your eyes
Are light sunbeams
Shining down upon me
You whole heart is what
Gives me hope


You there with the glossy pink
And pouty lips

With the perfect golden sheen
You could be an angel!