Spirit

Spirit
wind
breath
and sketchy vagueness
rushing 
to creation
spoken into existence
breath of life
filling me?
Ah ha! 
awakens 
what will be
in me
dreams and visions
set loose
can you see?
Listen up! 
I tell the truth
aware of
that little voice 
inside my head
now silenced
making room
for it 
to be.

What's new under the sun?

What's new under the sun
besides atoms arranged
and thoughts in minds
with imaginations
that rearrange
to make things
like spears and arrows
and wheels and bridges
computers too
but in the end
they were always here
the atoms
and laws of nature
building blocks
just waiting
to be
rearranged.

Real?

What is my
real world
the imaginations
in my head
or the horizon
my eyes squint
to see
maybe memories
constructed from
things that once
touched my hands
or thoughts
that forever are
just beyond
my
grasp?

It's about Time

Time is a funny thing  
when we think it  
a clock   
ticking  
or a world spinning  
or a sun rising  
or a night falling  
or a breath in   
or a breath out  
or a memory of  
yesterday   
or thoughts   
of tomorrow too  
or waiting in darkness  
for the mind to still  
and then sleep  
when time  
becomes a dream  
that isn't  
real.

The illusion of change

What is change
but the ever present
moment
when memory
is exchanged for
look
listen
feel
smell
I can almost
taste it
Right now!

Shaping young minds

Just as evolution seeks
the least resistant path
in a lazy man sort of way
so too some take that path
to shape young minds
and reign in imagination
with thoughts fantastic
in order to control
and make life easy
for lazy teachers
who have nothing
to give
but their own fears
that long ago
were shaped
by lazy
fearful souls.

Turning Egyptian

Is making a revolution
more ambitious than
building a pyramid
by hand
and is using words 
to draw
eighty million 
fanciful demands
of freedom
and peace
and
democracy
as hard as
using mathematics
to stack limestone
blocks until
they reach
the sky?

More

Why is my grasp 
so weak
I want to grab 
hold tight
to that which 
my mind 
delights
but can it be 
that all I see 
is a world 
set-apart 
without heart
for want 
of a mind 
to set
it free?

The Mystery

Can it be
if I can't see
or even hear
or think I'm near 
yet mystery
I call God
invokes in me
to set free
that piece of me
called mystery.

Nurturing my religious imagination

I had a thought
nurturing
my
religious
imagination
and it arose like an
early morning mist
over an imagined
field of sun-ripened
wheat that filled
my vision to
infinity
rustling warmth
of waking earth
and far away
crows
and above
blue sky.

I do, I do

I do what I want
I do
even if you think
me a fool
for in the end
we all pretend
and matters not
if I get caught
because I want
to do
what I want
I do.

The past few days

Heaven

I imagine  
is it real  
is it here  
or nowhere   
to be  
is it I  
and it  
and one and one  
making we  
together imagining  
or   
just me?

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I watched the news today

Egypt in chaos  
the tweet did say  
with cries in the air  
another did dare  
dreams running wild  
I imagined to care  
tear soaked prayers  
from gas in the air  
for want of little  
I wondered who cared  
until breaking news  
made real   
those who dared.

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In the beginning

Inside the tiny thimble be  
all the universe including   
you and me  
yet the matter then at hand  
was not the final plan  
for need be time   
and a place  
for stars to race  
birds to fly  
and a porch   
for you   
and I.  

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The word

I thought a thought  
and then another  
that the first  
only there  
to provide support  
and in short  
God the name  
it unknown  
but to me   
a simply word  
it a key  
unlocks the door  
and I explore  
the other side  
that does resides  
inside  
my head.