This is THE concept which causes friction in my ego. I don\’t-go-along with society. Unmeasure is the disorder we have in the world. I have for years turned away from Unmeasure. Overeating. Violence. Consumerism. Disease. Unconsciousness.

Sit physically still in silence.
Nothing comes.
That.Is. All.

Grow still.
Do not get caught up.

Block the outlets
with a Word.
Recollect Essence.


Here is my testimony, my essence.


Saturday Long Slow Distance

Can a runner be a work of art?
Can a runner be a ray of light?
Can a runner be a God?

A bird soars.
A lion roars.
The runner’s foot falls.

Eternity is breached along the plain path.
Timelessness is enacted on the flat endless road.
Nowhere is found in the forward and backward.

I saw her eyes.
I saw his sunken cheeks.
I saw him scuffing along.

They were a group on a journey.
That one was alone.
That one was pulled by a dog.


There was no point.
It doesn’t matter.
No one cares.

I’ll be back next week.
I’ll be at it again tomorrow.
Another shipment of shoes has arrived.

The wet stuff hung up.
The notation made in the book.
The shower was magnificent.

How long?
How far?
Did you win?

I just went along.
I duck away from the fat questioner.

I cannot explain.
I don’t want to talk about it.
My polite replies are killing me.

Please don’t say it.
Please keep your opinion to yourself.
Go take your meds while I eat these carrots.

I am a runner.
I ran today.
I’ll run again tomorrow.

Playing with Love

In solitude and silence,
Love will be my light;
dark drunk defiance,
my own demons I fight.

Dedicated to Love,
through emerald eyes I gaze.
Heart pumping, thoughts streaming,
I chase Love through the maze.

A sugar mountain loomed large.
I veered down gasoline alley.
Through the vapors of death,
My strength Love\’s call rallied.

I revived on Love\’s Mount;
soul sickness purged, I was free.
Love stood erect and open.
Power impaled me.

Eternity thereafter my dwelling.
Love\’s light a seamless space.
My pieces together gathered.
Love\’s cloister the silence of grace.