Plutonian Winter ....

I am burning.
Finding the hardwoods of habit
feeding this fire like rocket fuel and a match
well lit
burning til complete
and then
some more,
or is it
and then
s'mores!!!

The softness of the pause
the gentle cradle of Stillness
Mind says 'aaaaaah....'
then the next wave rises in the tailwind
of Minds stirring.
over and over,
giving every wave to the Vast Void
As though there is nothing else
eheheh, and so it is!

The Old rises
"To GOD!!!!"
The Old rises
"TO GOD!!!!!"
The Old rises
"TO GOD!!!!!!"
the phone rings
a friend
in gratitude
we speak of Stillness
and say no more.


And so it is.
This that speaks
and pores/pours/poors
Poetry no more
fluidity of Forgiveness
Vapors of Old
Mind says its all bunk
has no rhyme
no meter
to pulse
the human
oh, Well.
And so it is.
This Silence Is.