Categorical I equals one
Not I equals zero
A simple binary
Hurled at Planck’s wall
Shatters with a big bang
Into dust to become





Fool’s promise

Anger is a guilty pleasure
Like a knife waiting for the pain
It shivers through you
Looking for a landing strip
Then cracks you like a walnut
And you are on the floor in pieces
Remembering that a surprise
Still requires a lie
And blood is a fool’s promise

Learning to see

My friend we all have to peel
The bandage off our shame
Hold yourself at the precipice
And witness the pulsing red beneath
Dive deep into its earthy scent
Stay there. Do you hear the rocks
Singing their songs to you?
Do you feel the mountains smile?
In the lap of the Mother
You too can learn to see