Thursday, April 25, 2019

Incongruity


The moments speeding by
Touch us
Surround us
Change us
They stamp upon us an eternal impression
Of perpetual incongruity
A distinct sensation
Of having seen and felt and experienced something
Achingly profound yet so fleeting
A whisper disguised as a shout
An affirmation that sounds like an insult
A pat on the back that feels like a slap across the face
Like a newsreel jittering through the pressure roller
Confusing my flicker fusion threshold
Fits and jumps and false starts
Perceiving things without truly seeing them
Bits and pieces
A slashed up mashup
Vision interrupted
Senses on hold
As the world speeds by
Trailing a jangling crowd of incongruous shrapnel
Bouncing and ricocheting on the path before me
Leaving me stunned, amazed, and mute
With unrequited expectation

Monday, April 15, 2019

Oblivion


Woke.
A fresh moniker for all who see themselves as newly enlightened;
As if our enlightenment is somehow more profound, historic, and disruptive
than any previous individual or collective recognition of life and reality.
Revelations abound, seemingly without limit.
Insights are being born into our consciousness every day.
Wisdom, no longer hidden, is coming to light.
We see it!
A New Age is dawning!
Again.
“There is nothing new under the sun.”
Yet every day, every moment,  is a clean slate, a fresh start, a new beginning.
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”
You can choose to come near to life while others choose to remain distant.
The planet is shrinking.
The planet is dying.
The planet is long overdue for immeasurable cataclysmic events.
You can choose.
Freak out about the possibilities of death and disaster,
Or
Stop and smell the roses,
Or
Put all your senses on full alert
to inhale, absorb, learn, find, consume, enjoy
every infinitesimal detail of life at its fullest.
What do you already know?
What do you want to know?
Will knowing be enough?
Are you happy being oblivious?