The New Age of Too Much Information

So much information these days              

so many words so many voices so many beliefs so many ideas

so many images so many personalities so many stories so many events 

so many opportunities so many lights so much movement

              so much to know

              so much to do

it seems

the floodgates have been thrust open like never before

and somehow

on some level

I feel responsible for it all

for keeping up

for keeping track

for knowing

but today

I look at this feeling head on

I examine our current reality clearly and logically

and I cut myself a break

for me

it’s just too much

to keep up

because

as passé as it may be

I value simplicity

clarity and pure presence

in this moment

3-D life over lit up 2-D portals into other’s dimensions

we are losing sight of our own present moment

by staring into these screens

these flashing, seductive lights

mesmerizing

ever morphing

are filtering our consciousness

from our very bodies

from our very surroundings

from this very moment

we are each a bright star

that will burn out too fast

our precious gem of consciousness sparkles and fades

and will not last

so

with that in mind

tell me

to whom

to what

do we give the gift of our consciousness

with whom

with what

do we share this divine present

are we aware

of its quality of light

of the texture of the air around us

of the sparkle in our own eyes

or in the eyes of the being next to us?

are we able to fully receive and inhabit the gift of right now?

are we here?

or have we fallen down the rabbit hole dream of

the Age of Too Much Information?

it’s getting trickier and trickier to stay awake….

dreaming into day

one a.m.
i sink into my stoop and surrender
to the mellifuous meander of moonbeams and dreams
woven from my open heart
      and the dark cloth of night
                                 this night
      gentle and spacious
my song
     boundless in its prophetic cadence
i pray
under the moon
        a patient witness with its sweet steady gaze
the sky
   vast and shimmering
    a vault of jewels deep and flickering
    that i cast my wishes into

i lean into the loosening breath of the night
and release my song
                          long and relentless
into this wilderness of shadow and light

may it crystallize with the break of day
   like dewdrops in the morning haze

as the diaspora of night's shadows strays
  may all fears be undone
  with the orchestral sweep of morning sun

as the air is awash with rays of a new day
may our spirits be washed of all yesterdays

and may we rise
   with spaciousness of spirit
under the potent promise of today

surrender, will and change ....

t h e   t h r e s h o l d

 deciphering urges with action
        i can’t guess anymore
        i reach for the door
   fear and hope battling
   bones rattling
   what ifs chattering
unrealized dreams asking to be born
new clothes begging to be worn

sheer will drastically shifting the now

combing through thoughts
negotiating worries
bettin’ on the morning glory
    of a new dawn
       of a new day
     a new song
     a new sway

bettin' on the brawn
hoping for the gold
        brewing up the new
        composting the old

maps and petals pushing to unfold
 

    i turn the knob
 

                  and then let go... . 

   

after writing this

i sat with the word threshold... feeling it was one of those words with more to it than our current common use.  

  

thresh - to separate seed from a plant

  

to thresh the old ....

taking seeds from the past... 

those little golden nuggets that contain the secret to life ... and planting them in fertile soil 

for rebirth and new life...
composting the rest 

    

exactly what this poem is about....

written upon my decision to uproot myself from the familiar and push myself off shore into the unknown.

  

and then this one

written from my boat out at sea...

so to speak.

;-)

yet untitled...

charging my life with the electricity 

                        of dare and risk

i set the course

and then let myself drift

dip the oar deep    give a good heave

           then r e l e a s e 

       and let my life breathe

let this dream weave its course

     this dynamic dance of play and work

   

           i am still 

          in the middle

            

            at peace

         with the riddle

a strong muscle at ease

a tree firmly rooted and swaying in the breeze

  

i inhale this moment deeply

as if it were my last

             and then laugh

             because it just might be

because there is peace in knowing

that all of this goes

      w a y   b e y o n d   me
 

and even though it could be an illusion....

      

    today 

          i feel free 

s u r r e n d e r

(click image to enlarge)

i <3 new york

today

the poetry is in the faces

the light of day

the street signs

the tall sky

winter is nigh

my heart

a wide open sigh

breathing in new faces

filling in new spaces

the wind is tracing shapes

unfamiliar

to 

me 

i pretend

i practice

try it all on for size

wonder if i can 

rise

to the occasion

as i try 

to decipher

what you are to me

friend 

lover 

acquaintance

mother?

if i gamble 

will i win

if i dive in

will i sink or swim

?

for now 

i'll just breathe you in

and wander

admire you like a lover

dream

a 

dream

of

you and me

underneath

*

today I am milking stars from my bones

in the clink and clank of the coffee shop

i don my diving bell of dreams and sink

under the chatter

imperceptibly

only true jedis can get under the tiles

while a bus wheezes and the man to the left sneezes

and the city breathes its dirty secrets loudly

into every ear and the homeless man groans

I go deep beneath the city streets

under their hot grumbling drone

beneath the mumbles and moans

digging deeply into dirt and stones

inhaling the marrow of fallen sparrows and 

quiet bones

I paw freely into earth's belly with bare hands

scavenging ravaging

feathers death blood fur shit claws sand

I press into the silent pulse

then raise my head for air --

a blink is all you see on the surface of my 

soft stare

these words tangled in my hair

I return

and reach for my coffee

* 

artwork by hans haveron

water

i am a steady stream

pouring out into the world

less and less

emcumbered

with every bend

giggling past stones

carressing them

relentlessly

with ease

falling freely into this

limber languid dance

streaming easily

along roots of trees

rolling gracefully

into salty seas

rising invisibly

into the breeze

kissing the face

of morning leaves

reflecting the light

in early dew

streaming down old

washing it new

crying gushing rising flooding

tickling trickling languid flushing

still rushing healing rusting

rising falling coursing running

placid clear glimmering muttering

 secrets deep and true

ever-changing and irrefutable

half invisible

blindingly beautiful

all that is true

and impossible to hold on to

kissing your face with tears

singing for those who hear

i am you