Trouble

Trouble
Times are troubled.
Only in troubled times.
But that is where time is.
For time is the result of trouble.

Time is the result of trouble.

Lives are troubled.
Only in troubled lives.
But that is wherever life is.
For life is the result of trouble.

Life is the result of trouble.

Places are troubled.
Only in troubled places.
But that is in all places.
For places are the result of trouble.

A place is the result of trouble.

Things are troubled.
Only in troubled places.
But that is in all things.
For things are the result of trouble.

Things are the result of trouble.

Things are the result of time.

Lives are the result of time

Time is the result of trouble.

I Am

I Am
Yes I am the thief.
Yes, the thief.

Crime for me was
Not as crime for
The convict,
But crime still.
Still and ever more:
Crime.

I am the thief.

I am the brain.
Yes, the brain.

I am the nerve center
Of that body known as me.
And I am me.
The brain of wisdom;
The brain of analysis;
The brain of control.

I am the brain.

I am the expression.
Yes, the expression.

I am the expression
Of my thoughts:
The artistic expression;
The emotional expression;
The linguistic expression;
The facial expression.

I am the expression.

I am also the lover.
Yes, the lover.

I am the lover
Of my lover:
The lover of life;
The lover of the brain,
The expression,
And the thief.

I am the lover.

I am the hope.
Yes, the hope.

I am the hope that
All may come,
And all shall remain
So my love of life,
The brain, the expression,
And the thief
Will be there for
All of time.

I am the hope.

I am the builder.
Yes, the builder.

I build my dreams in air,
Castles of mine:
Castles of mind.
Castles that are the
Expression of my thoughts,
Of my desires.
Castles in which I shall remain
For all of time.

Yes, the builder.

I am always the way.
Yes, the way.

I am the way to my dreams,
My castles, and my expressions.
I am the way to my mind.
I am the way through my brain.
I am the fulfillment of my hope.
I have built my self.

And as the thief,
I have taken my way
Away.

Love

I live for the love of love.
I love for the love of love.
I live for the love of life.
I love for to live the life.

I live to live the love.
I love to live the love.
I love to love the life.
I live to love the life.

I love that I may live.
I live that I may love.
I live that I may live.
I love that I may love.

I live.
I love.
I am life.
I am love.
I am.

Life

Life:
The eternal study
Of those for
Whom life is all.

And their study?

Is it really Life?
A man may study cells
And find
Each cell is living;
Each cell has life.

But how can that relate
To what I am
Conscious of, as Life?
I am alive, I have Life.
Yet he studies the cell.
How conscious is this
Cell being animated
By my Life?
I am not conscious
Of being these cells –
Except as the whole, and
Indivisible conglomerate
Of cells
I know as me.

He may also study
What is in most terms
Irrelevant to Life.
He studies physical law;
Physical properties
Of the components
Of the body of
The being that
Is conscious of having Life.
And says he studies
Life itself.

I am Life.
Only I can study Life,
For only I can study within.
Only I can feel what is Life.
I only am able to transcend
The realms of my being
To find what is Life,
And what is reason,
To reason about the Life
That gives me reason.

We see life all around.
We see it in the breeze,
In the soil and in the sky,
And in the bush and the flower,
In the trees and in the leaves.
But life that is all around,
Is living only to the living.
For life extends beyond by far
The sights and sounds of this
Earth around us.

Far beyond the depths of
Sight; into feeling.
Far beyond the realms
Of death; into Life.
Far beyond the feelings
Felt by the body.
Far, far and further;
Beyond breathing,
beyond dreams, beyond
Beyond – until with
All it merges.
For Life is All.

I have Life.
I am Life.

Mind

In my mind
Is a concept I hold
About what it is that
Conceptualizes.

In my mind
There is something
That tells me that
Nothing is in my mind.

In my mind
Is the knowledge that
The mind is everything;
For it is nothing.

In my mind
Is something
That I don’t know
I know.

In my mind
There is a little
Thought, that is . . .

In my mind
There is a little
Thought . . .

In my mind
There is . . .

In my mind . . .

Comprehension

One plus one equals two.
We comprehend,
But one is
Just a single unit.

How many units are
There in the
Whole of anything?

How can we comprehend?

Church

I see you sit
row upon row
attention divided
like a murder of crows

I saw when
now was future;
then, when you sat
yesterday too;

I saw you sit
row upon row
Like a murder of crows

Waiting to prey

Free Wind

In the desert blows the free wind.
On the sea a free wind blows.
Through the heart
Wind blows free:
The winds blown from eternity.
The moving gases
Which affect the masses,
And can change the lives
Of people, places,
And people’s places,
To become the palace
Of the people:
The palace of the body.

To witness this
Freedom of bliss,
The cosmic winds
Through my all
Must take my mind
And hold my soul,
So every and all
That I can see
Becomes (to me)
What it is:
Minuscule part
Of all eternity.

Winds carry dust;
Winds carry scent;
Wind carries life
To which my heart
Should be vent.
The life that is Life;
The life that is Fire.
Wind of all unknown,
Wind of all homes,
The free wind,
To which
All is known.

This conscious wind
Of conscious Light,
Which blows the trees
Of eternity, and
Rustles the leaves
That are you and me,
Does blow through
Unconscious space;
Blows through Time
Which has no place
In perfect worlds.

And in the perfect
World, this breeze
Blows with endless
Ease, for all perfect,
Balanced souls to
Breathe.

Feelings

When two people
Transcend their personalities
And feel as one
For the other
For the One,
These people become locked:
They are locked in
Each other – forever.
Locked in mind and thought,
Locked in feelings
Felt by all.

Should these feelings
Be not under control
They are in love.
But if feelings remain
In their control
They still can love,
Though love in control
Is friendship.

Love whose control is lost
Is Love, whose victims
Can be victims to more than
The Love.

Victims to pain;
Victims to all their
Minds may be deprived of.
Victims – insane with
Love.

But Love’s insanity
Is only insane
To those not there.
Once there,
Love’s pain
Can be a driving force.

Driving one to elation.
Driving one to the grave.

Balancing Act

If this world is
The stage,
I am the actor.
I see the world as
Only a ring,
A circus thing:
I am in the center.

I am in the
Balancing
Act of Life.
I perform;
Hope to return
To what,
Though normal,
Seems beyond me.

My Troupe:
Everything,
Everyone,
Everywhere.

I am audience to
The audience;
I perform
To performers.

I have toured
With the troupe
And done many
Shows through Time;
Many faces have I
Worn – through
Many eyes have
I seen and in
Many bodies
Have performed.

Each show through
Time thus done
Has left me with
The scars of my
Past:
The body
Now mine;
The mere haunting
Of past and
Unbalanced thoughts.
This body, and
Thoughts thus made,
I now must balance
In the balancing
Act of life.
I must show to my
Perpetual audience,
And prove,
I have balanced
My thoughts.

Then, in the balanced act
Of the final death,
My thoughts
Are all balanced,
All One
In Love.

No more
Shall I perform.
I shall have
Proven to
Myself
What I know:
That I am
Everyone,
Everything,
Everywhere;
For I am my audience;
To myself I perform.