What days to come?

What days to come will run, will swim,

Will drag me by the hair?

Will flood, will dry, will crash

Into my boundaries?

All I know is that you’ll be there

To cause me pain, to lift my joy,

To take away my grief.

You are time, you are the sea of consciousness,

You are Eternity, you are me.


I brought my my courage with me this time,

Like an old frightened friend, I dragged it along with me

Down to the river.

And there, I heaved it into the muddying water,

but since it was made entirely of tears

It did not drown.

Feeding the Ego

Being human fills you with illusions of unmet desires,

A wish to be more than yourself, 

A desire to fill an illusory emptiness with accomplishments,

To feed an ego that will never be satisfied.

It is the spoiled child that wants and wants and wants

Until the feeling of want itself becomes a source of frustration,

then anger,then desperation, then hatred…