Jacque's Toast

Soaking pink petals curled hiding from yellow enemys brightly showing nothing sunny about her soaking pink petals slurping dirty water satiate the thirst, desire growing yellow. sunshine pink soaking petals surviving, surviving.

Squeezing my eyes shut to keep this moment still. Wooden table salty peanut butter sweet kiss. Black holed sweater beautiful earrings green eyes mirror mirror on the wall who’s the truest one of all. Squeezing my eyes shut to keep this moment still. Where am I? Shining necklace gleaming. Cold air. Warm hands. Hot hands. Squeezing my eyes shut to keep this moment still. But my ears are open. Noisy, loud blaring. Tranquility dissolved, opening my eyes.

Be Dynamic. In spirit and in body. It is important to take a second, and let go. Let go of your ideas, let go of your plans, let go of your feelings, your notions of right and wrong, your hunger, thirst and exhaustion. Let it go, and let your body happen. Let your spirit happen. See if you can be and not do. It is very hard because if I am “being” than I am doing the ask of “being”. How can I be, if I can never say look at me - I did it. Focus on being dynamic. Let your body wander through our three dimensional space in this world. Let the eyes take in different objects, lifes, colors, and feel the textures of our planet on your fingertips. Let your mind wander to our other dimensions. Try to think about other states and modalities of consciousness besides our default mode of past, present and future. What if there was no past, or no future? What if all that existed was this moment? For some it will be easier to be dynamic in spirit, and not body. Meditation is a great way of...

I harness power, at whose expense? Going here, there, I will rest my bones. We sing of Weeping willows, and we live weeping tears Uncertain of our future path, yet why not seizing it? I wonder if we delight in just imagining something greater Out there to make us feel Better about the present Truly the way My mind is Overrun, like streams flowing Together before streets were Paved and all just Ran in the street Floating beds floating heads come through me Consume me Breathe me for this is What is now Torch and burn But this is now Some want it darker, but not everyone. The flame will extinguish regardless But we don’t need to fuel the flame To hasten its death. A million candles burn to memorialize My shame, hineni hineni I’m not ready, my lord I have much work to do, please. Spare me on this go around, And I’ll come with peacefully next time. I’ll walk hand in hand, we Can whistle if you’d like. You’ve giv...

The Wooden Spoon Is there unspoken tension that simmers constantly On a low flame? The flame is so low that the sauce Barely needs a stir. The wooden spoon lays idly by, waiting for the chance To disrupt and soothe the simmering boils, But nobody speaks to it, nor of it. The spoon lays idly by knowing the inevitable. Either the flame goes out, or the sauce will burn.

Spotlight on the girl in the crosswalk walking quickly. The yellow streetlight washing her scarf and suitcase in cozy light, somehow still cozy despite the sub-freezing temperatures. The way she is walking will make her cross my path in around 20 seconds. Choose your own adventure, I chose mine. I choose to walk to my right more than I really had to. This way, we don’t have to cross paths.