Song of Yourself

Abandon all center

for you are the universal.

There’s not a leaf on a tree

by a river that’s flowing

past hills and through cities

of mills that you aren’t.

There’s not a scene

in a list by Walt Whitman

you don’t inhabit.

Nothing you do is done

by some encapsulated

you—in your manifest

intent on knowing

you’re unmanifest.

Supermoon and the Small Print

The Supermoon Is New And Guaranteed 

To Fill Your Sky With Cleanliness 

Located Next To Godliness 

Insuring Your Material Well-Being 

Until There’s No Material Left To Be! 

That you never were material 

is immaterial to this company. 

That the body’s like a wireless receiver 

and you’re the wave it amplifies 

is covered somewhere in this small print. 

Not reading your intuition is confusion 

to be suffered when mistaking 

such an object as the subject. 

Identity theft begins at home.

The way will let you know you've lost the way.

The way will let you know you are the way.

What one is is self-explanatory

as one distinguishes the what one isn’t.

Freedom's just another word

for nothing isn't my imagination.

Don’t mistake the tenor of the way

for some vehicle on the road.

Commercials pointing to the supermoon

are neither super nor the moon.

Supply's unlimited although this offer

may be withdrawn at any moment.

You are the wellspring of creation;

drink yourself responsibly.

Known Unknown

Whatever I am, 

I’m not distressed, 

non-existent, 

nor unintelligent. 

Some call this ground 

awareness, but that’s 

as much a metaphor 

as the moon; 

abstract nouns 

are still concrete. 

I am unborn, 

undying, not two— 

that open space 

without a view.

How Many Years Can a Mountain Exist

The world is like ten thousand words 

and all of them are lies if you believe them.

What is an orange when it’s not orange?

What is a person when it isn’t taking something personally?

Thoughts are either like delightful companions

or they’re enemies convincing one is two

and present is the past wishing it’s the future.

Keep your similes like friends and metaphors much closer.

Religion is the truth turned inside-out.

The truth is using words to point at what I really am.

The question to be asked is who am I

when I’m not thinking of an answer.

Thinking that I know is always overblown.

The answer, my friend, is being the unknown.