If you cut it up in pieces,
will you miss the whole unseen
Its DNA in tatters,
and soul now left the scene
In your search for understanding
do your eyes burn hot and fry
From visions tightly woven,
—whose knots you must untie
When your world is brought to rubble,
with its remnants cast about
Will you try to re-inflate balloons,
whose air has long blown out
But tomorrow there’s a sunrise,
and the next day after that
With not one question you need ask,
to bring the daylight back
And once you learn this secret,
now at rest upon your nose
Your mind will free with spirit joined,
—their love to recompose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Juice In The Bottle
All magic—today,
past future astray
This moment—alive,
all others contrived
“Juice in the bottle,
cup in your hand
Pour out the goodness,
—live while you can”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)