Small and Large

the beginnings and endings

are perfectly clear

though the middle lies clouded 

horizon-less

and although a truth

may be found there

may be known by you

may be known by me

these are often small truths 

such low hanging fruit

debatable and dependent on small consequences

petty causes
petulant to the moment
and the ways of the heart’s wilder winds.

larger truths
which lay dormant but accessible
perhaps within my reach and yours,
will materialize and manifest
to those of us who willingly hold our hearts open
and our empty hands extended
in the clear quiet moments of soft breathing.

Fix It

Trying not to dissolve
Is not the solution,
Or is it?

I am stymied
By the problems in the world
As they tend to take up
Residency,
Disrupting
And corrupting
The truce of peronal peace
 I have fought for
(As if one can fight for peace.)
It is so easy to let
Those demons dance:
They are happy
To twist and turn,
Some sort of maniacal macarena.
(Noisy neighbors,
 shut the fuck up!)

And then to be bombarded
By the bombastic news,
(Somewhere out there
Everywhere out there)
Of hatred and cruelty
Fear and famine…
(“It’s not my problem”
Is my problem)
My mind says, “fix it!”
Just let go of your shit
(my shit, your shit, our shit)
And fix it.
Let go indeed.

And while fix it
Means fix you,
Fix me,
(aka see the truth, known the truth,
The very music we dirty dance to)
I spend my days
Head under the sheets
Or running off to some pretty place
Trying to save my very soul.

The Other Side

Whatever you have been told
or think that you have learned
about humankind,
about the way things are
or the way things should be,
Pause and look in the other direction
Look on the other side,
let the pendulum swing, then
linger and consider:
Some truth surely lies there.