I stand alone
joined with innumerable one's.
All lives are one life,
forever & all ways.
Innumerable lives in one body,
Innumerable bodies in one life.
Today I live...Innumerable lives.
Very difficult to do....
Simultaneously.

Danger Will Robinson!
The End of Purpose seems Near.
I Scurry in Confusion,
I Lash out in Pain.
I Grip in Fear to Hold On...
It sifts through my fingers, but yet...
Something is Growing,
A Bigger Unknown is taking Shape.
A Bigger Purpose begins to take Form.
The Chaos is Intelligent.
It strips me of the Smaller
To Open up the Larger.
The Small is not Lost...Just
Overwhelmed with Wonder.
I Wonder...Why the Flag was Red?...
To Move me to Engage,
To Wake me from the Dead.

I see a narrow world space,
So few options.
My vision is small
and Constantly thwarted.
My mind is cramped...Oops!
Another mind is seen & felt,
the world looks bigger.
I have more options,
I love being Two...but
Then we compete,
We shrink & hurt.
Another mind appears,
Now, there are three.
Oh Joy!...more options
I'm free.
I begin to see
that all three are me...
And me is a we
I'm bigger now.

Moving, Moving, Moving
Building up, Tearing down
Start all over again.
The Show must go On.

One Point, One Focus, One Goal,
All obstacles overcome,
The Show must go On.

Hours, Days, Weeks...
All for this few moments
Of Joyous Expression.
The Show must go On.

All the parts disappear,
Only the Show Remains...
The One appears in the midst.
The Show must go On.

The Show is Done Now,
We're High for awhile...
Then rest for the next,
The Show must go On!

Constant motion, ebb & flow
Going nowhere, not so slow.
Pounding on the Sand of Life,
Returning to the Sea...
I think, I believe, it's All me.

Who watches these waves
Go to & fro?
A silent Witness...
From below.

Nothing moves here,
Nothing to know.
I think I'll move
So I can grow.

But where is the Eye
When all is in motion?
Eye will Rest from all
This Commotion

Where am I, Now?

Oh the beauty, frozen dew
With the glint of Crystal
And color, too.

The Frost is stilling
This mind's breath
Just fulfilling
It's quest for rest

A little finger Touches frost
And, lo the dew as water flows
Still no more warm hearth of love
The frost it melts, soars like a dove

Orange Frost, Love & Rest,
The two together is the Best.

Choices are usually easy. Why are some so hard? The fork in the road could lead to two different places & could also loop back together farther down the road. I'm afraid any choice will be the death of me. Yes? Yes, it will. But, each death brings a new me...can I trust that new me? Is that new me the end of me or just the precursor of another new me? Who is that me & where can he be?
Can I see that me? Who is that I that see's 'me'?

The many forms of doubt...
The Skeptic has it,
The Incredulous display it,
The Fearful hide it,
The Angry are certain of it.

It is the wiggly boundary between the known & the unknown.
The edge of insecurity, the questionable worthiness,
the great paralyzer.
The block to action & it's fulfilment.
Doubt is the trouble with time.

Round & Round & Round I go...
Faster by trying to stop.
The movement of a mind
that knows no rest.

I run from Death and it out paces me.
Throws me back again to run some more
If I can only beat it, I'll find some rest.
If only I'd rest, it would cease to chase.

Like the impossible backward clock,
Who would have thought...
There is no clock.

Beating incessantly, yet...
Silence always present,
Never noticed, obsessed with
The Beat.
What's in between, whenever the beat subsides,
Before the next beat rises up?
Who does this Heart beat for?
How big is this Heart?
Who is the Host of this
Pulse of Life?
Who hears the Beat,
In Silent Bliss?

I'll lose myself if I don't hold tight.
I might be something else if I lose control.
In this vain attempt to define myself,
Throttle myself,...the life drains away
from fatigue.
How tight must I hold?...I'm getting tired.
Who might I be? Maybe....
I can loosen this death grip
a bit and allow life
to flow in me...
Ahhh! now I feel
Peace