jawyoga

midday
sitting on the roof
outside the bedroom window
the winters s(u/o)n
beating
down

down
on the face
of the daughter
of earth

the pounding
of the urban
in syncopation
with the pulsing
of the music
the throbbing
of her blood
as the goddess
of the evening
rises

clouds
like great,
amorphous,
celestial beings gliding by effortlessly
while chasing each other
in an infinitely blue sky
that is just out-of-reach
of every
cloud-thing
yet always in sight

apeliotes in his kindness
brushing
the anxiety
of the day
away
away
little
by little
as the dancing, playing, clouds
bring an order of peace
to my
imagination
imagination
that continues
to run,
wild,
uncontrolled,
over my fears

i feel
like i am floating
in space
only emptiness
surrounding me

nothing pulling
or pushing me
in any direction
just free
alone
darkness
silence

with points of light
that are
infinitely far
infinitely old
infinitely wise
unwilling
unable
to share
in their true knowledge
wisdom
light
radiance
ignoring
me
in my
insignificance

free
to drift
forever

free to observe
never experience
always seeing
the past
always stuck
in A present
never dreaming
A future
continuously moving
forward towards
the past

perception
always past
the future
always just further
in the past
the past
always remembered
always viewed
in the future
for everything
is viewed
thru the future
in to
the past