walking at night

Path lamps flicker their dark glow 
making grounded pine cones dance 
because that is the way 
Dark pressing on light
light imposing on dark
my feet would be lost
without  fallen stars

Vacuum Meditation

Vacuum breathing

Through the nose out the mouth

Darkness beneath eyelids

Ohm . . .

Like my soul is in the sound

Ohm . . .

Deeper into nothingness

Backwards through my life

Ohm . . .

I am three again

Back in mothers arms

Safe and small

Silently staring at the stars

Stuck to the ceiling

Filling my eyes with wonder

I can’t hold on forever

Ohm . . . Ohm . . . Ohm . . .

And I am back

Vacuuming the dust

From my empty room

No nirvana here

No stars on the ceiling