It is in this space that I fail
intended for a chance pass
with a soul who can see my humanity
words and works not meant
to be commodities
but precious eggs
fertilized by experiences of love.
How objective can we be in this
constant society of spectacles?
I can be inspired by the full moon
the glow of dusk
the shy acquiescence in a smile
an animal’s quiet beauty.
Do I need mass media?
Does it make us more informed citizens?
Or more conformed citizens?
Can we not see what it is a means to our end?
When did we find comfort in formula?
Where is the balance and unconditioned drala?
I suffer from the absence
of true connection that comes
from absolute senses untouched
by false realities.
The beauty of a ceremony
is that it has been tried before
but the right ingredients and events
whispered by a medicine woman
like potent incense trailing up to a
starless night sky.