May you have a righteous cause

May you live a life of justice

Regardless of man’s laws

May you share your gifts and talents

And always find the light

Of all the things that bring you

Satisfaction and delight

May you live a life of substance

May you live a life of grace

May you always have the comfort

Of a loved one’s embrace

May you keep something sacred

Something holy, just for you

May you always remain honest

And humble to the truth

Even if just for fun

I always feel a little better

When the thing I make is done

It might be big it might be small

A triumph or a trifle

It could be something serious

Or something quite delightful

So do a dance or draw a face

Whether master or beginner

The hungry man is sated more

When he’s who cooks his dinner

I send myself all over

Through the veins and arteries of the world

Giving and taking as nature dictates

Bouncing off the walls and

Crashing into the congested

Thoroughfares

A day is like a heartbeat

Kicking a rhythm

That I dance to

Until the stillness of night

Quiets my troubled moving

But the body I live in

Is a hologram within a hologram

A fake plastic shipwreck

In a dentist office fish tank

So in my dreams

I ascend to worlds

Far more substantive

Than this one

I try not to think of the past

I try stay in the moment

But the moments go by so fast

In through the nose, out through the mouth

Count a few things you can see

Remember that now is all we have

And life is but a dream

But how miraculous it is!

That the once upon a time stranger

May become a dearest friend

Arcing southward

Pirouetting about itself

Swinging between stars

Waltzing until morning

When the sober sun rises

Night falls, stars shine

Everything has rhythm

Everything has tempo

I try to keep the time

But I often find myself

Rushing

I want to make something good

Maybe I’ll paint a picture

Or carve something out of wood

Perhaps I’ll sing a melody

And pluck a heavenly lyre

Or maybe I’ll tell ghost stories

Around a warm campfire

I want to make something beautiful

I want to make something true

But all I’ve got are these meagre words

I guess they’ll have to do

Months bleed

Time is broken

A gesture

A feint

Time only serves

To make one feel tired.

But he’s an awfully clever foe

He’s always right behind me

Wherever I may go

He likes to wear disguises

And speaks with silver tongue

In efforts to convince me

He’s more important than the sun

It’s growing rather wearisome

I’m becoming awfully tired

I think that I’d be better off

If he simply just expired

Until that day comes to pass

And I’ll have some peace and quiet

I sigh and throw my hands up

While my ego’s running riot

But I lost my magic touch

Now I’m just a normal guy

Who doesn’t do too much

Maybe one day I’ll remember

How to cast the perfect spell

In the meantime I’ll be throwing coins

Down the wishing well

Survival is a dance

The gravest matters of this life

Are often left to chance

You can give yourself to pleasure

You can give yourself to pain

You can give yourself up to despair

But the truth will still remain

That all that is will turn to dust

And in the smouldering embers

A death becomes a Phoenix egg

And that’s all the world remembers

Meandering through the corridors of the mind

Where the impulses and impressions of my soul

Confront each other, often to absurd affect

Why now, am I thinking to myself,

Is it that everything around me is a rectangle?

To a thirsty man

How savoury food is

To the hungry

So too is grace

To the humble

Who in bowing his head

Seeks forgiveness

Or does hope spring eternal?

Perhaps hope is more like a flame

A fire that burns infernal

Hope is often spoken of

By priests and politicians

Hope has been the catalyst

Of a thousand superstitions

Hope may be a discipline

Hope may be a dream

Hope may be the only thing

That keeps you on your feet

When the storms of life descend

And the rain and tempests rage

Hope will still be singing

Like a bird inside a cage

That rolls in slowly

Before I know it I am lost in the grey

I am wandering now

The place I was before

And the place where I am going

Both unknown

May well be the same

And take a deep rest, roots seeking water in the earth

While my body sleeps like a hibernating bear

And emerges spectacular like a butterfly from a chrysalis

That will change everything

An epic catalyst

That will turn the unknown into the known

The mundane into the sublime

And the fantastic into the real

I do not know what it is

But I trust that in time

It will make itself known to me

The heaviness of time

Like a millstone around my neck

I plant seeds in my fields

In hope of an abundant season

The rain will come or it won’t

The sun will shine or it won’t

My crops will grow, or they won’t

I take some comfort

In the knowledge that we all face

This same uncertainty