Man Like Tree

Opening the legs, widening reach, pressing
heels; sinking deep the bone beneath,
deeper, deeper the mind releases
the body from all tenser keepers.

Within, the darkness blistering,
papers flying, pencils carving
past the skin for nourishment,
finds the simple hieroglyphs–

Within the veins finds memory,
a pulse connecting centuries
of wisdom weaved in walking trees:
from mud the lotus by centering.


This poem I wrote goes along well with the theme of being centered, which is how I am when I feel good; everything is okay, even if I would be bothered by something in another time and state, I am confirmed in myself. How can you be centered in your life, discovering the joy, growth, pleasure and pain, stability and change, and love within your own body and self instead of seeking for happiness in other people and external circumstances?



Lyrical Lyrics Instead of Bread

Sometimes I write when something important seems to be levitating over my head. I don’t always quite know what will come out, but the flow from the stream of thoughts steadily slows out on paper. 

This is a short piece of my life that I wrote after I had been feeling the ‘dicho’ of I and my surroundings…


I’m tired of miles, and standing in single files

And running in circles, the fucking universe and its versus

And coming a back a to the start, figuring ‘did I miss a part?’

Seeing that I’m farther apart isn’t a mystery to art


I’m like a color contrasting to every color descending 

Not             and                                                 stark

        mixing      blending, the color remains so

Gobbled and choked up, I’m heaving, I bring the dark, seething


Life is teeming, I’m beaming, but it no seemsing


I be strip a teasing the women, and self a feeding

Flesh to the bone, I eat more than I moan

I’m self -defeating and -beating, ‘n I just want a kneading

Of my soul to your bowl, oh hands so sweety


Can I kick off my socks and lay us under the docks?

On the sand soft in some sweaters we’ll sail on the rocks


Cradle me close to thee and help me self release to free

The demons inside, been troubling. Days subside

Come to a quiet a pause, a silence, a nod