THINGS I DON’T BELIEVE
I don’t believe that magic is out there
In the outer reaches of space
Somewhere between breath and the stars.
Nor do I believe that there’s life in the dark,
In the silence of the Moon.
That would mean anything to me or you.
We’re just a drop
Like a diamond buried deep in the ocean.
I don’t believe in half-baked promises, So choose your words Carefully.
We live for the cadence of language, The sweetest thing That poets record.
I don’t believe that love will conquer all
Like waging a distant war.
But poetry might save us all –
Something in the rhythm and rhyme
You have to begin with yourself. Be responsible – think of what you do, What you say.
We’re all nothing but vibration in the universe
And shadows of yesterday.
Bones is all we are today.
Whether you’re in the light or the dark,
In love or out of it
Young or infirm
You have to start with the state of your heart,
The pulse in Time.
Is it beating just for you
Or does it beat with echo of your past
That once you were someone else?
What were you called?
Who are you?
What role are you playing?
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was Om.
It created light, life and half-light.
What have you done for your light
That god you speak of so highly?
Are there angels in your world?
You have to find that thought,
Your own perspective.
If you utter the word, again and again
And listen to the plain temples of your mind, You’ll find that angels are all around you.
And somewhere in thought and the Word
You’ll find a source and meaning
For who you are.
And maybe, one day when in Fall –
And you’re no longer able to walk –
You’ll say, the Word is everything and that is all.