hold it in


triumphant exhalation



Every Eye a Mirror

the assumption that you will know them

in the moment

may not be true

the assumption that they even know

what they do

may not be true

imagine a world where everything

you do

you say

you observe

comes back to you

through other people’s eyes

how brilliant

how exhausting

to constantly see your own story


astoundingly reconfigured


when would you start seeking other stories?

when would you become tired of your self’s million mirrors?

when would you smile and just continue on with your days?

at some point

you are happy

if someone just sees


Ancient Revelations

unattachment is such a still place

not like stone

it’s frozen motion

sensed in the bones

waiting to be released

tension between atoms

expressed in solidity

but still like water

the profundity of constant movement

paused but not waiting

what can be more still

than the moment

where movement simply

ceases to be

atoms at rest

easy mobility heightens the intensity

of the calm