21 February 2008

diving rock

     there's a big diving rock right at the point where the rivers of imagination and reality meet; where, after flowing separately for thousands of miles, their waters finally come together and mix and swirl and become one without becoming one; there's a ladder made of rope that will take you to the top of the diving rock, if you want to go there; you can climb up and dive in, to go for a swim in those turbulent waters..

15 February 2008

overlap

tumbling through a bottomless river of sky
your tired eyes are full of hope now
your fingertips compose the soundtrack to the universe
as you know it.

i can't help but wonder how much
that big wide world you live in
overlaps with this big wide world of mine

i remind myself to surrender to this present moment
and accept things exactly as they are
without wishing for more.

if i could open up the pages of your heart
like a sentimental book
and read the poetic reality

if i could curl up with that book
underneath the covers
on a cold and windy
and moonless
and endless winter night

if i could read the pages,.....

i push the mute button
on wasted thoughts
to rest my head against the pillow
of pages
of my own beating heart.