America-Teetering

America

-Teetering on the edge of disaster

-The answer is simple & clear: Mercy

-for self and all others. Why must we complicate things?

Poem in Progress-Infinite Mercy

I fell back into limitless soft green space

-that surrounded me with infinite mercy

The answers to all of my questions came in feelings

Not words

I am not opposed to the idea that the universe is merciful

-Or that it has soul.

I ventured into the mysterious

In spite of my fears

-I felt cradled ...

Lashes have no impact on me

-I am suspended in kindness

Illusions Dropped

The illusions dropped

one by one

Around me

there was only desolation.

Lies

The lies I usually believe, sustain me. The truth is just too painful to accept full-time.

Moods are LIke a Giant Heavy Carnival Ride

Moods are like a giant heavy carnival ride

that stands suspended in air:

A pendulum that swings between joy and sorrow.

No one knows why.