coffee, french pressed

the morning comes when the sun appears again
like it does, like it must.
It does not care
if I have
it only comes
because that’s what is.
Morning, that time when the light shows
what is real, what is not, what you made up in your head,
Morning comes to connect you with everything inside your head that you can now choose
in the light of everything that was only potential only a thought
only a dream or perhaps even a nightmare
the experience of the day that
will, in turn, greet the
night and all
potential to
create once again a morning
to expose the creation of the universe.
breathe deeply and enjoy thoroughly your cup of coffee.
the quality of your experience even on the simplest routines brings the
truth with which to press your experience into
activation for dynamic choices that
change the monotony of


waking me up

truly you never know
well, perhaps YOU can find yourself
in the “you” reality has programmed u to
become, emulating a series of acceptable norms
but mostly i share a glimmer of my self with
those who i call friends and family and
i am the transparent one, the one
who decides that talking about
the weather or the Jets is
just not good enough
for a conversation.
and, yet the
is, really
the me that was
asleep just before i started writing this has a
whole different reality that i could just
barely glimpse in my memory
when I woke up.

knowing that to be true ……
it makes me wonder even more now than
ever, “who is that me that lies quiet
and quieter still in the place
i can visit only when
i am not.”

this wholistic nature of
the universe integrates that time
of realities absent the empirical texture of
awareness into all of my experience
for a reason even if it is just
to press little plastic


this wonder is niether
unique or original, but a natural
curiosity of our human condition that has
been answered and theorized about
by legions of humans before i
ever even thought about
joining life here on
this planet