Hard-boiled eggs and vitamins

Coffee and bottled water

Russel Edson

Daniel Quinn and

Joshu’s “Oak Tree”

Zentangles and Pineapple Express

An urge to make love and soup

Red wine

Cigarettes and thoughts

Empathy for a friend’s loss of a relative and concern

For the people in

What could be a fatal car accident

As the sirens whine by

Leftover pizza and subconsciously

Seeking the approval of others

Dreams that create desires that hopefully turn into action

If you keep the dreams alive and desire to fulfill them

You can live forever

So

There’s this thing

Called nature

Inside of it

And outside of it

It’s still

The same thing

You can tell yourself

All you want

That

Nature

Is something other

Than you

But

It’s not

You’re never

Going to be anything less

Or more

Than nature itself

My thoughts are just as

Illusory as the

Concept of myself.

Without my self,

No thoughts to

Identify with.

Always coming,

Always going.

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Breathing in, I am becoming.

Breathing out, I am becoming

Still.

Which happens first—

The in-breath, or

The out-breath?

Collapsing and expanding;

The waving peaks and valleys.

For one to be,

So must the other.

Birth and death,

In and out.

The concurrent.

The orgasmic omniscient

Omnivorous breathing

Being.

Beliefs change.

So why have them?

If they don’t change,

Where is growth?

I’ve written

(As if I’m an expert)

About souls.

Every time I think

I know.

I don’t know

Anything.

A drop falls into the ocean and

Ripples outward into the

Emptiness of infinity.

And then,

A drop falls into the ocean and

Ripples outward into the

Emptiness of infinity.

As I exist in this form,

The nameless exists

As the named.

When I

Is that,

The nameless

Remains nameless.

No thing

Becomes another thing.

Before the nameless,

Was the nameless.

Before I was,

I am.