A blank page..

A

Blank page

May be a reminder

That empty words

Tell every story..

A story crumbles as a cookie..

 The

Story has some

Terrible turns

But the story

Crumbles as a cookie

When it self identifies

As a story..

Decay of a season..

 

Beginnings

Are remembered

When the decay

Of a season declares

Endings are near..

It is the immediacy

Of life suggesting

There is nothing

Between..

Poe..

 

Poe

Is a reminder

Light and darkness

Are two

Nevermore..

Words don't capture..

 

Words

Don't capture

What this is..

But words pop up

And pretty soon

They are claiming 

Fast positions..

Leaves are falling 

Autumn transition..

Words

Don't capture

What this is

But words sink in

And pretty soon

The words are it

And debates arise

Word against word..

The leaves are falling

A new Autumn season..

A fable of tumult..

 

It is

A fable of tumult

In autumn with

The horror and splendor

Of nature's convulsions

Expressing the colors

And the throes of

Death and dying:

Empty endings

And beginnings

Gifts from a fearful nowhere..

 

The

Individual

Thrives on the

Seeming separation

Which fits a perception

Of worth and belonging..a

Fulfilled life not recognized 

Except for nudges of 

Incompletion..

Unappreciated

Gifts from a 

Fearful nowhere..?

Words are all we have..

 

Words

Are the winds

Of understanding

Blowing hot and cold

Confused and clear..

Perhaps as paradox

Attending the end

And beginning

Of understanding..

The poetic punch of it all..

 

It

Is the 

Emptiness 

Of mountains

Of oceans

Of borders

Of battles

Of bottles

Which is the

Poetic punch

Of it all..

(Leaning on the Wheelbarrow 

William Carlos Williams)

Funny thing..

 

Funny thing

Feeling good

A rising wholeness

Is a song

Without dismissals..

(Song Sung Blue, Neil Diamond)

A passing joy..

 

The beauty

Of despair is only  

Found as a

Passing joy

Autumn leaves..

Time seems to defy

Fundamental absence

And appear as glorious

Leaves of an

Autumn day.. 

Unfolding unknown..

Feelings

Arise without 

Descriptions 

But are labeled

To fit..

The label is

Laden with 

Borrowed garb

Rendering 

Incomplete and

Complete 

The feelings

Unfolding..

Labels

Are laden with 

Borrowed garb

And don't fit

That which is

Impossible to

Label..

Not knowing..

 

We

Want answers

Rewarding our work

To discover what is

Not known

To fill that crevice..

Not knowing that

Not knowing cannot

Be known..is

Freedom's song...

Dancing in the arena..

Knowing

Appears to glide

Empty and

Not knowing..

A dance of sorts

And if not a dance

An arena for 

Gladiators..  

Lo and behold..

Obvious

Obvious to whom?..they all scream! 

Obvious to no one..the reply..

Lo and behold..

October 7th, 2026..

Contradictions

May suggest a

Between.. 

An emptiness

Appearing as

Contradictions..

October 3rd, 2026..

 

No separation

But BOOM

There appears to be!

or

Separation seems to be

But BOOM

There is not!

Stories

Are imagined

Empty word

Pictures

The message

Of no separation

Is a message

For no one

Appearing 

As one hearing

The message..

It is the season..

 

It is the

Season with

The dark side

Gingerly addressed

In appearances

Of fright and comedy..

Trick or Treat!

It is a song of

Wholeness without

Exceptions..

A word is a seed..

 

The mind

An arising

Explanatory creation..

Filling a need for the

Self to act

With purpose

Understanding and

Control..

A word

Is a seed

Sprouting new words

Forming concepts

And narratives

As emptiness

Appears to

Tend a garden..

A true story

Is empty

Simply empty..

 

A story

Is and

Is not a

Story when

Emptiness 

Appears as

Storyteller..

Simply

Empty stories..

Nonetheless

May be startling

Entertaining and

Scary for

No one at all..

Radical..??

It's 

Radical..it is said

When the individual

Is not exempt from

The emptiness of

Separation..

Radical..?