trespasser

what if i started

my incantation

by whispering your name

quietly

to myself in the closet

and then revealed it to another

a friend

a sister

a co-worker

a stranger

your name

the anti-jehova

once spoken

weakened

like great solomon's locks

your name the burden

and the power

simultaneously coexisting.

what if i began

by turning inward

and started this war cry

as a dreamquest

as a trance

as a walkabout

tribal triangulation

laser focused

raising energy

bringing down the moon.

what if i set forth
with tears and rage

and fear and hatred

and let them wash into the ocean

polishing the stone of resolve

within me

the heart of a warrior

hidden

in the body

of an ordinary fat guy

with bills and a cat.

what if i didn't fall over and die

what if i survived

rose up

and imprison you

in my own way

slowly

allowing your foothold

but crushing your growth

as you tried to do my spirit.

what if this son of dust

became more

despite you

and your tedious existence

found his voice

named you

and forever broke your curse.

since i remember knowing

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

Comfort closes, warm and near,
Lulling us to sleep and dream,
But dreams that don’t move

are dreams that rust
And that which isn’t moving
Has stopped growing.

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

I make a sand painting of my life
In brilliant colors, mandalas spun,
But calm lullabies always sound

just before the storm
And one cannot prevent the winds
From blowing…

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.

So many myriad objects glimpsed
And embraces to grasp fondly,
But a nomad knows no house

of wood or stone
So like the eternal river Tao, my path,
It is always flowing…

Since I remember knowing,
I’ve been moving on.