hamakom, hamishkan

it seems we need to go somewhere
whether it be into a doctorate system of philosophy
or love.
somewhere brings peace because it isnt
here; it is there.
a light i know has a grove
another has ferment.

existence seems to be an interlocked web
of alternating intensities of consciousness.
i find my Self in constant oscillation
and in rest i am in ecstasy.

i care what it means and in that desire
slip out of time moment.

what is truth other than what i see

truth is the balance, the resonance
the isness
so it seems

Market Tales

In green skirts and red rims
you arrive with intent;
smile in love and acknowledge
the perfection in meeting.

The sky is the rim of our ocean
and germs riggle white squiggles
and our hearts touch the earth.
We share the same story

with different endings.
I don't want to leave
for the first time in a life
and am glad to dance again.