Did God paint the leaves
He must have done
Did he bore of their eternal green
Look, he even dulled the sky blank grey
So the sum of all leaves
Would have its day
Their yellow, pink, and orange day
I wonder if he ever considered another
Blue or purple maybe
But these are good enough
More than that even
One last hurrah
Before the trees go bare
And we wait it out
Muddy feet are a lot like heights
You can’t enjoy ‘em if you’re hanging on too tight
Is life more like this or that?
Can you waste it?
And where does it go if you do?
Does it end up with the asparagus gone bad last week?
That’s just death, isn’t it?
And death’s just the circle of life, isn’t it?
If life is serious then why do we end up like the asparagus?
And, moreover, why does asparagus make your pee smell weird?
We talk of dreams turnt to dust
But that’s not how it is
Dreams are dust
Already
If the dreamer is dust
How much more the dream
This
Somehow
Makes all the dusty dreams
Mean so much more
Like stardust in your pocket
Life needs no reason to be beautiful
We should know that by now
Does any other collection of atoms demand this?
Does any other creature toil to make it so?
And after millennia of failure
We stick with our folly
No, life just
Is
Beautiful
And one day
Should we stop demanding reasons of life
We will find a reason in the next out-breath
And the next
And the next
Words are just words
They can never be birds
And though I love them
I must let them go
Fall into the heap
Of all I’ve ceased to worship
They are the playthings
Of the thinking brain
And their value is only
What it is
But words are not
What it is
Not birds
Nor the universe
Words are a foggy mist
Suggesting the form of truth
Mere suggestions towards
That
Which lies beyond
Every day has just enough time
We only miss it
When we think we matter
More than we do
Cold water pond
Awake
Barefoot over Indian trails
Awake
The vibrations of nature’s music
Awake
My goal
If I have one
Is to abandon the clock
Trash bin with the calendar
To wake with the sun
Howl with the moon
And swim
When I damn well please
It’s like I’ve found a magic trick
In a coat pocket at the start of winter
But then
It’s all magic