The Sunday Dispatch

6.14.26

[echo chamber music]

slipped from the groove
into hindsight scenery

old flames died out
nothing more to see 

nor anything 
to warm the heart

only the ruin of anticipation
and the futile expectation 
of what will come.
*   
[obscurity veils]

gems of disclosure
sorted from the dust of stones

secrets held above the heart
like knives poised to drop

at the slightest hint 
of truth. 
*  
[close to the vest]

all these worlds
crammed within ourselves

the many masks 
that come and go

best to be open 
but never obvious

no pretense above principles
the less said the better

as the mystery 
continues to unfold.
*   
[the weight of chains]

spun like a weathervane
a new distraction from every direction

passively ingesting nonsense 
meant to sedate

upon the scrolling walls 
of hyper-spaced misinformation

updates, advertisements, and useless chatter
that we can’t seem to pull ourselves away from
for fear of missing out

but imagine 
a conscious universal effort

to divert all attention 
to presence in the moment…  

how quickly we would realize 
how free we are not.
*
[press to play]

presence of mind
put to the test

urged not forced
let but not led

easing out
tapping in

to all the open space
free for the taking.
* 
[lower the bar]

no one ever gets everything
especially you

so don’t count on it
and stop caring about it

just do what you do how you do

be gentle and kind about it
be softly courageous
quietly vigilant

float your boat 
to the best of your ability

that in itself 
is far better than any riches 
you can imagine. 
***
“I am content to be a seeker,
a pilgrim, a traveler on the road
to nowhere.”
-	Henry Miller