Real Time

A mirror at natural state
Dark and cool
It floats in the mind

A reflection at surface
It always works
The mind understands identity

How can time exist in
space
Or inside the mind
But the mirror traps a
Life
And it's story 
All in the unmeasured time

Fire

Cynicism, No,
Judgement, No,
Just a Me
Looking at You
I walk to a seriousness
It forms itself in a question

Free, bird,
Me, bird,
The sky just me
Up to a business 
Engaging me to fly
Understanding comes
Yes, automatically,
subjectively.

I, thought,
Deeply, thought,
Laugh my ME
Let all hear
And stand tall
It is a feeling
And you certainly say
Thank You

A significant story, a dream welcome, engaged in a relationship, loaded with thoughts, then a realization of the dream where the dream dreams ME. 
Continue only if interested, stop if you want. 

The sound of my breath to me is the only one I wish to hear. It sings the longing of it's beloved's song.

The Pajama Days

Tangible days of sleep and wake
Sleep sleep soaking in
What I call my pajama days

They are known to all
All go through them
A lot happens
Manifesting a body
That then shares it's intimates
In time to come

The pajama days
Have a purpose
Not creating
But discovering
What is covered up
This life which is then lived well

The pajama days, bitter and sweet
Live it Up!

Space Time Seeing

The might of time
And it's movement bored
In the space that is a circle
Both in love with journey
With a different story
Secret?

I know I have a mirror too
I know I can interrupt the flow
Sit in noise and be what I'm not
Go to the extremes
And become the infinite space
Boring?

The truth is kind
Never needs time and space
I look the other way
And remain faithful to the other way
I then want a doctor
Interesting?

Die says the doctor
But the doctor dies
You turn to home
And that is also in space & time
Now nothing to anticipate
The call from time
Takes an eternity to clear the space
Following?

Actually a child
An image for the man
An illusion for the old
The birth they say is the death
In space and in time.

The Game

The game 
Call it attention or focus
I want to melt into
existence
Feel it from outside
Of how it is from inside

The game
Of joy and pain
Where self melts and forms
I want it
And I watch what my peers call a stage

The game
Of a greater consciousness from
a let it be awareness
Silence in my retina alone
And a chaos in mind all over

The game
To watch and stay
Originally a pain
The goal being power
Life force comes
To draw you into a
Battlefield

The game
And I cannot stand in it's way
HA!

MUSE

The mind merged
It walked into the night
Laughing crying and worried
I was in my room
Never knew I was also a muse

I never thought
Just discovered silence
Walking around in my physicality
Writing talking all that I called
Unrational
From the core I questioned
Never knew I was also a muse

Intact I may be wrong
I payed attention to all around
behaved rather stupid too
Then came some voices
I saw the waves and the impermanence of it
Never knew I was also a muse

Ask me now
Could I see if ever
Even freshly now
That I was also a muse

Who could I BE?

RAINBOW

The rainbow stayed back
For me to look at the
play of the universe
The phantom danced
flashing in the sun
I remember how I
broke in to a laugh

I know I was rude
I was excited and unreal
Then a questioned boiled
all that afternoon
What was that the phantom in
grey suit wanted from the
boy?, it
Filled a pause in me that
Cut a patch in my happy
child

Dignity intact I now
Manage a smile
When I see that rainbow
The phantom no longer
appears,
But sometimes at four a.m.
The rainbow still visits with him

CHILL

The ache looked at the chill
In a jar leaning which
was very ancient

The clock progressed through
glasses
Holding both it's hand
To the ache that looked at the chill

All in black outside the jar
No winds no smiles
Courage deserted the
Ache that looked at the chill

All these years
Fascinating sucking and
swallowing
Met and passed the ordinary
It was this ache that looked at
the chill