I am nothing, yet in hand like water
Not enough to quench thirst nor dare slaughter...
Throat's quest rather awake
The stomach's tank to more ache,
But spares dying breaths of someone's daughter.
("Glimpsing Hokusai", 2017, original encaustic)
The Risk Is All
The wages of sin is death.
And yet so many flirt with it.
People who think they can maintain the upper hand.
That they can have their cake and eat it too.
Lots have suffered though thinking they can surf the big waves.
The key word there is think.
And although surfing, like any other activity, is a learned skill, at some point it becomes something more, an extension, an expression, like a fledgling finally taking flight, and so becomes beyond thought.
And what is beyond thought is by definition enlightened.
No matter how brief the moment.
And in that moment everything and every potential is limitless and perfect.
Until the next big wave begins to swell.
(10/18/23)
he stood there
undressing her
gentle strokes
of his hands
atop her breast
sliding down
to her thighs
as he skillfully
spread her legs
to prepare her
his hands
carefully
guiding
the way
he slowly
stuffed her
with all he had
until she was ready
to burst
he lightly
covered her
when he was done
the chef
smiled with ease
as his Thanksgiving feast
was placed in the oven
to bake
to be:
whom may answer the question of being...
"the question is of the essence and its existence is me"
what of this, that, when, where, and how...
"this and that are as they are now
existent function by essence of nature
being here and there is as i am how"
untangling his nets,
the hardy homeowner
lays out Xmas lights
on his snow-covered drive.
From his gloomy place he appears
Standing at the threshold of man's heart
To book a place in his thoughts and deeds
And forever become the king of his soul
How he comes around like a friend
Pretending as though the trusted one
But launching his good but deadly plots
Capable of enslaving the power of human will
His counsel is a killer
And his advice a proven poison
In him lies nothing like the truth
That one should embrace his offer
From the beginning he was a skillful deceiver
Presenting ungodliness in a godly way
Satan is the man we must not befriend
For his friendship is an agent of HELL!
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