The Sunday Dispatch

6.7.26

[different trips]

searching for souls
when most are looking 
for elsewhere

well on their way
to a darker arrival 
than anticipated

i’ve been there too many times
and choose to remain departed

from both destiny 
and expectation. 
*  
[bells & whispers]

slow roll the nights
back into the fog of memory

pulling words from wires
following the dreams of birds

stalled at the crossroads
of now and then

hesitant to step forward
lest never become forever.
*   
[pieces of places]

whims and wishes
wingless down the winding road

down here with the rest
where the shit hits the fan but the sun 
is warm and fine 

here where there are things to be done 
and things to be cherished

no absence of thought 
or ignorance of fault

here where repercussion reigns 
and vigilance must over-rule

dropped free from the clouds of blame and doom

to the sacred ground
upon which our lives can be spared

one moment at a time.
*
[pulse and ritual]

the truth pounds us thin
leaving no room for regret

as life burns right thru
and love leaves us with nothing

but the last spendings 
of an imperfect heart.
* 
[shadows in the shade]

away in the space of knowing

we are together 
on the same plane

thoughts aligned
souls in tandem

forever touched 
by the finitude of love.  
*            
[of thought and habit]

claw marks 
on the psyche

ceaseless motion detected
frantic and fraying

the ends defy the means

there is a quiet field beyond all this
many think it death

but quite the contrary

it is where everything 
truly begins.
***
“One cannot be 
deeply responsive to the world 
without being saddened very often.”
-	Erich Fromm