those who deny love are fools

if i bore you
because i speak of little but love
i am sorry
but let me explain

after my years of walking this life
i have concluded that nothing else matters
as much as love

for most of those years
i was denied access to love
cut off from my own heart
and ruled by pain

and then something changed
and gradually,
brick by brick,
the walls of protection
came down

and i allowed
everything to rush in
and i never built a wall again

but when i hear people
saying that love is weak
or an easy option
or that it changes nothing

i am reminded of how tough it was
to open to the ocean
and willingly drown

those who deny love are fools
and cowards
they do not know
that love rules everything
and to keep it shut out
your whole life
is to live a life
in the shadows
denying the light exists.

love and air

i cannot tell the difference
between love and air
i need both
to survive
both are equally neglected
and taken for granted
but i imagine
if we removed love
it would have the same effect
as removing the air
we would suffocate

you don’t really notice something
until its gone

but love and air
the invisible forces
are what holds it all together

we woud do well
to remember this
in these hateful days

i don’t want to bring you down but…

almost everything is bullshit
sorry
but someone has to say it
over and over again
we are trained to get caught up
and hooked in to all this

but really
it is an existential truth
that
almost everything is bullshit

the layers that cover the truth
are endless
but if you relentlessly search
without end
you will surely find
that nothing is true or real

except the nameless, formless
silence
in which everything appears

almost everything else is bullshit
although some is less bull
and more shit.

excuse me for my bluntness
but i had to get it out of my system
in case you thought
i believed anything.

In San Jose, California. Singing songs of sadness, love, truth and freedom.

dark clouds

there are days
when dark clouds
of despondency
hang overhead
all day they just hang there
taunting me
with their heaviness
threatening rain

all i can really do
is accept them

fighting causes such pain

why should i be cheerful?
what is this expectation
that life is a smile and a laugh?

life is a hard journey
and a cruel test.
when the vast ocean
finds itself
in a tiny jar
it doesn’t complain
but it hurts
to be captured in something so small

why did i come here with no wings?
just these legs
that stick me to the ground

at times
nothingness seems appealing
and then i get yanked back
into the beauty
of all this
and i forget
this despondency

the patterns of your life

if you could see
all the patterns of your life
from birth to death
and understand
the silken threads
that hold it all together
if you could see,
even for one moment,
the complexity
and beauty
of your unique pattern

in that moment you would surely awaken
and see it from on high
and you would never
fall back into confusion or doubt
ever again.

when the world throws arrows

when the world throws its arrows of discontent
keep still
when the thunder rages
and the dark clouds loom all around menacingly
keep still, keep still
when the chaos of the storm arrives
and destroys everything
keep still, keep still, keep still
when the madness, the mayhem, the raging
spins round and round
like a wild tornado
and sucks the world into itself
keep still, keep still, keep still, keep still

and when peace returns
and silence covers the valley
keep still
don’t move from stillness
don’t move from silence

nowhere to hide

there is nowhere to hide
from your own sun
it is there always
shining the light of truth
and casting the shadows
that terrify you
but it is not the sun
that scares you
it is the shadows

look friend, take a minute and think,
ignore the shadows
they are but ghosts

and keep your eyes and heart
set upon the sun

that is where the peace
and the love is.

coyote wisdom of the trickster

Coyote on the Trail Today

the poetry of the divine fool
his teaching says
‘do not get carried away
with yourself,
the truth is
you know nothing,
don’t get carried away
pretending you have
the keys to the palace of wisdom,
the greatest wisdom
is in knowing
that you know nothing

dance in the irony,
in the mystery,
dance in the madness
but remember
you are a fool
a clown
and a joker

and therein
lies your freedom.

Coyote on the Trail

I May Die Laughing and Crying

All we really know is
This one moment in eternity
This raw uncensored experience
That lasts for a breath in
And a breath out
And then
We disappear back
Into emptiness

All we know is
One moment in eternity

Yet we cannot see this preciousness
And we struggle and fight
And sink into our stories

There is no way
I can wrap up the whole of life
Or even try and understand it

Sometimes I just stand in awe
At the whole thing
And at other times
I am filled with an existential misery

The truth is I swing between these poles
Like a crazy trapeze artist.

I may die laughing and crying.

chased by ghosts

chased by hungry ghosts
even the cold wind
following him everywhere
the crisp leaves
cackling behind him
dragging him backwards
always backwards
the moaning
of the past
like a siren
in the fog

in the end he relented
and stopped all fighting
lay down and let the ghosts
catch him, let the clouds
envelope him

and in that envelopment
he dissolved
the ghosts dissolved
the cold wind turned to warm glow
and the leaves lay still
and peaceful

Ah! if only it were that easy
to rid oneself of the past.