#0145 - Fool's Errand

"It's a fool's errand."
But a fool's errand
was never so sincere.

Climb that gargantuan mountain
with naught but the clothes
on your back.
Cross those vast plains
without a pause.
Swim along the turbulent river,
for it may lead
to the Spring of Eden.

By considering your steps boundless,
discover where a flourishing mind can lead
when guided by wandering feet
and unnamed limits.

#0144 - An Imagined Forest

The crowd of trees
and shrubbery
and bushes
uproots itself
and dances
to a soundless groove.

The splendorous landscape,
the immersive soundscape:
they're already engaging.
But when one walks along the forest path
with a healthy dose of
imagination,
life can feel more alive
than ever before.

Footsteps echo:
the crunch of dirt
that might lead to a fairy's grove.
Riverwater
trickles down rocks and logs
and tickles the eardrums
like the tapping fingers of a
playful drummer.

The mind's eye
can invigorate the simple scene
with a routine practice
of perfect perception
and ambitious imagination.

#0143 - Six Strings

Vibrations rebound off the walls:
richochet.
This makeshift echo chamber
—cheap carpet,
stained mattress,
leaky faucets—
holds a boundless symphony.
The six strings
are seduced to synthesize
a universe of sound.

Silent passersbiy
with averted gazes
when he sits on the edge of the sidewalk:
a silent expectation
to divert attention.
But an extraordinary soundscape
radiates from this solitary soul
when he brings the strings
out to the streets.

#0142 - Everything is...

Everything
is as elementary
as you elect to make it.

Everything
is as deep
as you decide to dive.

#0141 - A New "Order"

This cement, these bricks:
they seem odd to me.
They are the atoms of stones
and sand
and sediment,
cleft apart
and glued together in patchwork.
They represent a rough approximation
of the resplendent order
of the natural world.

Machines and mechanistic manipulations,
though uniquely utilitarian,
forget the aesthetic efficiency
of a scheme
that has permeated
the sum of sensation
for centuries upon centuries.

...Da Vinci
studied flight
by drawing birds.

#0140 - Opened

The bellicose beast within
was shattered apart by the beauty of existence.

An immensity of experience arose
and crashed upon animosity
like a diluvian flood.

#0139 - A Story of Seeking Warmth...

{Written as part of Sextravaganza 2018, hosted by a number of poetic/literary enthusiasts on Tumblr}

The frozen Arctic wastes were cold and white.
That endless nothing streched from near to far—
a vapid vastness reaching past our sight.
...For friends, we only had the nightly stars.

A night spent hiding from the howling wind
gave birth to new ideas for warmth...and fun.
At first just hesitation: winks, a hint.
And then our hands were hunting pleasure und-

-er walls of cloth. And four together found
desire: reckless lust behind a blush.
The night then found salacious sounds, and dark-
-ness hid the scene of flesh exploring flesh.

Thus, miles apart from any sight: we found
new comfort, joy in something warm and white.