TONIGHT

I felt, more than heard,

The pounding pulse of the bass

It was what I wanted tonight

I didn’t want to think

I only wanted to feel

And lose myself in the sound

 

Things matter differently

When your world is collapsing

You fill time differently

When the long train is running

There are hobbies, work, pastimes, art

Sometimes you buy things for fun

Then there is the casino

When the long train derails

There is just the fullness

Of that dark emptiness

Sitting in the power of despair

 

Oh, you may make plans

You may even dream

Of suppressed possibilities

But there’s mostly the dark—

Feeling that—

And the power of the sound

Tonight

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NETI-NETI

So many people want

Life to be sweetness and light—

In fact, saccharine sweet delight.

The eventuality of death repressed

As consciousness sleeps into unconscious;

Care only for affairs here comprises awareness,

Carefully, fearfully forgetful of death’s despair: the buzz-kill.

Others preoccupy themselves with

The eventuality of death and

Dour and gloom diffuse through a joyless disposition, joyless life.

Some say a middle way makes of life what it is

Neither blind nor dark

Enlightened by the happiness we find now, by knowing.

To me meaning is in passionate undertaking,

When in all one takes on the stakes are mortal:

The joy in work, creation, recreation, the music we hear

The clothes or jewelry we wear.

The footfalls we leave behind us, remain in us

Walking into time today; waking in time