An Emotional Poem

Never fight a riptide;

heedfully observe it.

Then swim across and away,

returning to the ground.

Being isn’t rocket science.

Filtered by assorted lenses

of conditioned perpetuating

always transforming thought,

a spectrum of emotions

irradiates like a neon sign—

the heartbreak hotel.

Hence emotions are the light

of being, disturbed.

Accordingly emotions are existent

and undeniable.

Thus it’s just the thoughts

before emotions which are false.

In conceptual conceit,

it could be said

the absolute unknowable subjective

spontaneously intends

to know it is—

and this is that.

Don’t think about it.

This unfiltered energetic

raw existence is that knowing

and the only knowledge there is,

therapeutic, loving, wise or likewise.

This pure intensity 

'i am' is ground—

be

Supermoon and the Small Print

The Supermoon Is New And Guaranteed 

To Fill Your Sky With Cleanliness 

Located Next To Godliness 

Insuring Your Material Well-Being 

Until There’s No Material Left To Be! 

That you never were material 

is immaterial to this company. 

That the body’s like a wireless receiver 

and you’re the wave it amplifies 

is covered somewhere in this small print. 

Not reading your intuition is confusion 

to be suffered when mistaking 

such an object as the subject. 

Identity theft begins at home.

The way will let you know you've lost the way.

The way will let you know you are the way.

What one is is self-explanatory

as one distinguishes the what one isn’t.

Freedom's just another word

for nothing isn't my imagination.

Don’t mistake the tenor of the way

for some vehicle on the road.

Commercials pointing to the supermoon

are neither super nor the moon.

Supply's unlimited although this offer

may be withdrawn at any moment.

You are the wellspring of creation;

drink yourself responsibly.