the subtle sway
on a darked say
of leaves and thoughts
tranquility not bought
nor found nor made
but unfolded
then it fades
like the flowers bloom
or midnight moon
like the inferno of my insecurity
or footsteps in a stairwell
fears rise and quell
but it all passes
in what
it amasses
but without form or feature
becomes your teacher
the ever-changing,
slightly deranging
a waltz, a tango
savored, a mango
or resisted, quicksand
do you open your fist
to reveal your hand
do you push and pull
against the tide,
eating when full
dead before died.

meaningless struggles

I'll never be
clever, brave, charming
Nor have in my possession,
some smile capable of disarming
I would never trade my dismay,
or this perpetual void,
for the moment you'd stay, for then
I'd become android.
Not, not this flawed
weak, scared, small,
mass of self-doubt,
trying to stand tall
No, I would never,
push the button,
pull the lever
try to be
anything better,
than this pitiful human that I am,
arrogant and proud,
in my meaningless struggles.

the cosine of love

Can you calculate
the cosine of love?
Can your algorithms,
Inject meaning unto the heavens above?
A circadian rhythm leaves undefined,
the death knell at the end of your time
No statistic can bereave a single death
Nor variable take a single breath
Sheet music fails to uplift the soul
A match without flame ignites no coal...

"The nocturnal procession of children, of more children, and more child, so frightened, so quiet, so beautiful" - Elie Wiesel

I was never there to witness,
The outer limits of humanity's sickness,
Capacity to brutalize,
A machine to systematically dehumanize...

I cannot claim to understand
The essence of identity in man,
But for that delicate trail
Fragile, but not frail,
to a culture defined by oppression and genocide,
to a people with personhood denied,
to a time and a place
we were taken, no trace.
And I know the numbers, the lives claimed,
I know of the suffering, the bodies and psyches maimed,
But for all the tally-keeping,
It is the faces of the innocent that sets my heart a-weeping...

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A mere picture of the faces of the Holocaust has the capacity to bring me to uncontrollable tears. It does not matter where I am, or with who... For all the illusory and diaphanous nature of cultural identity, I cannot deny that I am connected at a deeper level than I can comprehend, to my ancestry. I wish I understood these things... I can only feel them, trickling down my face, leaving a saltine trace.

Left-Handed Empiricism

Light as feather
A few simple words, strung together,
Thicker than night, coursing in my veins,
Where the shadows reign,
Here the true terrors lie,
Near the muse, her sigh
Whispering through my mind,
Clearing the muddied air,
Here I search and find,
Words that are neither yours nor mine,
But taken and woven,
Borrowed or stolen,

These streets are my own,
Not paved, but grown.
Like a vagabond, I roam.

In this place, this city, this forest of lies,
Myth and tales come alive,
From which certainty could never be derived.

Thieves on rooftops,
Couples working coffee shops,
Flutes singing,
Bodies swinging,
And truth is being excavated,
But mystery elevated always above, always
with a shrug, of doubt and skepticism,
Left-handed empiricism.

J'avance; Yo Baila

J'y vai, j'avance,
Je me lance
Contre le murrai
qui me separre,
Ce n'est jamais trop tard
D'apprendre de voler, sans ailes
Quand je pousse, le granite me lache,
Suivi seulement d'une tache,
Mon hombre, un moment derriere tous mes movements,
Des movements que je ne peut pas vivre sans
Le sense qui dance dans mes veins.
Fluide et ephemeral comme la Seine, comme la tiene,
Qui passe en tours
Qui avance, toujours
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Los movimentos de mi pensamentos
Bailan como mi cuerpo
Sin efuerto, piernas y manos
Cintura y cabeca, Mueva de una
Sin punta, o fin.

Dance of the Plant Kingdom

Colors subtle, and movements more so
A gentle swaying
Like a transfixed believer praying

No questions asked
That time has passed
The time has come
To listen
to
Chlorophyll manifest, as vibrant greens,
Photosynthesis manifests in the unseen
Radiation manipulated into satiation
This cellular dance, we are too blind to perceive

Minds explore, Climbing out of the Sea, and onto the Shore.

thoughts of messianic abstractions
derived from truth-induced refractions
7 colors is an illusion
and a misused microscope is an intrusion
into the impenetrable nature of nature of nature
there is no intellectual deduction
seeking eternal seduction
nothing exists without contrast
and no boundaries last
the slowest still moves immeasurably fast
and we leave behind impressions of days and hours
nothing like the blooming of a flower
who counts no minutes
since the big banging from which we all spring and fall
contained in a speck is the all
and our movement is an exploratory crawl
one single movement contained within 14 billion years
like the wanderings of a single cosmic tear.

Judgments - Human Again

A quick judgment
You would be so quick to pass, onto that man,
With liquor on his breath, and sin in his bones
Without looking to his smile,
Or the light that once shone
From his eyes when the fire was bright and first kindled,
All you see is a man begging, for cigarettes and change,
Label him deranged and move on,
If you walked his every step, or a single one,
If you knew his every thought, feeling...

Couldn't you bother to share a touch, a gesture, a smile?
This man is not defiled,
Just consistently misperceived...

And there is an warm anger that pulses within me,
At all who would brush him off,
At you who would push past, and walk on by,
Walking fast, looking anywhere but his eyes,
He's a man don't you realize this simplest fact?
And count your stars you were not born where, who, how, when, why he was...

There are moments when the apathetic ignorance, foolish persistence in ridiculous notions of superiority, Induces in me contempt of society of every rule you've created,
every boundary you've erected,
between yourself and the "lesser peoples" of this world

And if you identify yourself with these narcissistic patterns of taking your lucky standing for granted...
Know, I exist to undo your follies
Your conceptual supremacy will not last,
Living so fast, your mind so slow,
You will arrive, with nowhere to go.

And if you look upon me, now, with disgust or disdain,
at last I can stand certain,
Now now now I'm human again.

What Am I To Do?

I perceive what I believe to be a mediocre existance
Steeped in insignificance
People pass I judge
They laugh I shrug
Are they an inconsiderate bunch or is this a mistaken hunch
As I stand waiting for lunch?
Pondering the notion of being subjected to an existential punch to my metaphysical guy
Mind lurching in a rut
Uncertainty restrains
Hesitate and refrain from submersion
Either/or has me
Unsure
What am I to do?

Does she?

Stories weaved tween specks in the sky
Looking up and asking who what where when why

What color are her eyes...
How sweetly resonate her lies?
Does she taste like the salted sea,
Skin like kalamata olives?
Does she speak in a tongue like "seni seviorum, je t'aime, te quiero, minha namorada?"
Does she fight for civil rights,
Does she stop at red lights
Or blazes past
Like a love that doesn't last?

How may passions can I contain
Love for life keeps me alive and sane
Dancing, fighting, eating, dreaming, loving, watching, swimming,
Run, skip, flip
Take a moment,
To take a sip
And I come back
To return to attack.

Uncertainty

I perceive what I believe to be a mediocre existence,
Steeped in insignificance
People pass I judge
they laugh I shrug
Are they an inconsiderate bunch
Or is this a mistaken hunch
As I stand, waiting for lunch?
Pondering the notion of being subjected to an existential punch
to my metaphysical gut
Mind lurching in a rut
Uncertainty restrains
hesitate and refrain from submersion
either / or has me unsure
what am I to do?

Old rhymes

Word is wit,
Like an atomic split,
'tween truth and bullshit,
The Zen master sits,
as light and shadow dance,
existence comes to be in a single glance,
We have a single chance
to be strong now, don't ask me how
I don't know
but to feed the soul to make it grow
Objectively no life is wasted,
But objectivity is meaningless if you've never tasted
please and pain
sunshine and rain
There is one moment for which we train
Between life and death
right before returning to Rest
as ashes become ashes
we've been blessed,
with a lifetime to love, a lifetime to give, a lifetime to live.

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Schrodinger's cat is laughing from a spacecraft,
spends his time graphing and paddling his interstellar raft,
We've built empty space between subatomic structures,
The universe is an empty place, distinctions blur
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We rise from the earth,
give birth to the world of ideas
glocalized interconnection
Anthro-empathic insurrection
Manifesting the resurrection of lost love,
Fits the human psyche like a glove,
Communication is the foundation of that by which we attain redemption,
Each shared thought, each shared glance,
is a blessing in the guise of chance.

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Change contained within permanence
fluctuation to a one-way cadence,
one-way algorithms leave you in doubt
a discernible rhythm following no particular route.

Make of your life what you will
Time once stood still
Then erupted, big bang
duality rang,
paradox was born
matter and energy flows
trickster fox he knows
myth is his prose
elucidating truth from fiction
like a permanent eviction
from the garden of youth
now we fight tooth and nail
cursing the paths we trail,
the trails tread by the feet of man,
rarely stopping to wonder
if that was ever the plan.

Ideas coalesce

Ideas coalesce,
Energy that I aspire to invest,
By efforts, of perspiration, preceded by focus
Sudden elation, This is no hocus-pocus,
Just the return, to the center of the locus
In position of the diamond lotus,
Back erect, free from dogmatic sect,
Pursuant as an individual in the midst,
Clearly differentiated particles dancing in orbit.

Projects - I am a little too busy to continue with my 40 day project. But I am still developing my projects: Evolutionary Movements, Meditation, Music, Blogging, and Creative exercises. I am also trying deepening my study of Mathematics, Neurology, Consciousness, and Religious exploration.

Back to the basics

Dancing breezes, souls soar,
Moving subtly across the floor,
The figures trace,
a moment later,
they erase
Atoms vibrate,
As sounds separate,
Travel through space,
and they fade away
out of perception

Creation is the act of letting go, of sharing a part of your soul with the universe, and letting it become an imprint. An imprint is not a thing. It is a shape, not a form, made of space, not of matter. The nature of the universe is not matter, nor is it space. Because as the two dance, they create form, a subtle manifestation of each, definable as neither, and inherent to everything.

Rocks skipping on an endless pond,

What is the word for a sound that fades, for an action whose reactions reverberate endlessly, for a word that travels, long after it has been uttered and forgotten?

Clouds Hanging

Clouds hanging, like the dead man swinging
Trees moving like the wind singing,
Subtle beautiful
Like a tranquil breeze the people pass
With cosmic ease, Peace at last,
With neurons firing
Each moment a still-frame of movement,
Perplexing but inspiring.

Leave a Mark

Leave a mark,
But make it define you express you carry you
as a flame from a candle
extend from the source
and
ignite
a thousand more

like a drop in the sea
isolated, but with endless significance

As the world opens,
fears rise, fears fall
like the passing of breath
Culminating
Dissipating
Within the expanse of my chest.

My lover has two names. But innumerable ways of raising my soul.