What are Daily Disarrays
but disengaged rays
from the sun that have
accidentally found themselves
in a San Andreas Fault
within the troughs
of the missing heart?
What’s a Missing Heart but a mass
of blood and veins drumming to
the melodic singing-voice of the soul
as loud as audibly possible
so it can be heard
when you deem Mind
your primary ambassador.
May as well call Heart’s
What’s an Adversary but a reversed
reflection of you that is in dire need
of a passion compass or North Star
to guide him/her back to Truth?
What’s Truth but an adage that takes
advantage of the Fool that thinks
she/he knows all truths
there are to know.
What’s Knowing but a blowing wind—
There, but unseen. There, but the most
keen on rustling your fallen leaves
to wake you up
to the blooming cherry blossom tree
in the flesh (with no physical roots)
that you always were!
I’m bound to be bound
by both bindings and boundaries
by Illusion’s tarred stick-figure hand,
But when I become starbound—
Illusion’s severed, out-clevered.
Time’s spent better when
Infinity is in the mind’s epicenter.