Observations

A strange restlessness lives in me- a small fire beneath the ribs, a wind that never learns the meaning of stillness.

A body walking on the road Suddenly as if it wished to dissolve into the road’s dark vein.

At the edge of breath when the ribs unhook from their cage, one question waits did I play well?

I am a footprint in wet earth clear for a moment, then only earth again.

This body, this breath, these senses that drink the world, this mind that turns within itself like a flame.

I have begun to drift beyond the human shoreline, yet thin ropes of skin and breath keep tugging me back to the familiar weight of bones.

When you realize you are a part of 'it', the distance dissolves.

Beyond drifting, what else can I do?

If I speak plainly, you won’t believe me there is no great firework hidden behind the veil.

The world extends a bowl not empty, not free.