DESCENDING (revised)

When a submarine’s ballast tanks fill with air it is a buoyant bird “floating” floats, when those tanks fill up with water, the submarine, “the bird” dives into water…

When I close my eyes and breath in, breathe out, oxygen, carbon dioxide, I repeat I repeat, deepening, descending, meditating, and floating. 

Am I diving into a kind of water?

Twitching his nose, the rabbit furiously digs into the Earth, his claws sharp, he burrows, he disappears, he hides, and he is quiet.  (How does the rabbit breathe while tunneling no shovel, just him…?)  The same but not…

 

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WHAT’S THE ANSWER (a rift)

(…hats off to Bob Dylan and his song, Blowin’ in the Wind…)

How many revisions must I walk down
searching for the metaphorical crown?
How many seas must a smart-ass seagull skim,
before basking in the tide’s baneful brim?
Yes ‘n’ how many times must a squirrel scream
before I FINALLY get what it means?
The smell of flowers is drifting in the wind,
disrupting the monologue in my mind…

HIT THE ROAD — peregrinations

One foot in front of the other,
BREATHE, carefully
Step in the mud
Will my footprint
Become a fossil – years
Past present future

Pebbles falling
From the mountain path
Bone dust & dirt
Mist rising

Life’s a series of dreams
Black Crow calling
Mischief Maker

Begin Again.