If I’m a predator
then I’m
The Spider.
The spinner of
silky threads.
The weaver of
intricate webs.

The feeler of
vibrations
permeating
through
their network.
For, it only takes
a tension in
The One
to generate
reverberations
through The All.
And where I feel it..
There I …

Arielle and I keep our materialism real.. on this new TOWIAB episode that just dropped up in here 😎 how you like them apples falling in reverse? 🍎 Don’t take my word for it.. observe it for yourself, with thine own ears, of course!

The real idealism hour is upon us …

It is quite telling
where the seeing eye
chooses to look..
in its attempts
to piece together,
out of rhymey riddles..
underlying truth.

Our earthly instincts
always tell us
to suspect ill will.
Another motive,
lustful or perverse,
that’s lying hidden..
sitting still.

Don’t frighten,
little sparrow,
I …

“What’s the point
of wasting
all this time..
when you can write
your poems
just by querying AI?”

Well, first of all,
I say a prayer
and I cross.
It’s clear that
to The Devil
in the silicone
your mind is lost..

I’m sorry, HAL,
I am …

“What movie genre
does your life
inhabit?”
One might ask..
It is a fusion
avant-garde
comedic tragedy..
about the baddest
mother-trucker
going fast.

But where this
highway
through the darkest
valley
may yet lead me
I can’t say.
Though I’m not lost.
Shepherd of Men
assures me
that …

Love stories
in the movies..
are love letters
to the genre.
A narrow set
of tropes repeated..
over and again.

The Ones we live
through in real life..
are utterly unique.
They are emergent
from complexity
of two real people..
Either Two Lovers..
or Two Strangers..
or Two Friends.

The …

The best skill
that I learned
in life.. is just
to take it easy.
There is good
reason for it..
even if it sounds
cliché and cheesy.

The stoics
gifted us
the easygoing
wisdom..
that some
matters
are in our
control..
and others
frankly not.

The former
I must act …

Dear God,
you are
my presence,
I am your
surrender.
I am enough.
Your love for me
is soft and gentle.

You see yourself
through me..
through you,
I see beyond
myself at last.
Beyond my
present future,
I observe
your future past.

What makes our life..
feel real?
More real than real?
It is the act..
of letting our present
moment..
sit completely still.

Still living in it..
for exactly what it is.
And nothing more..
and nothing less.
To see its gradual
unfolding..
Is that not to be
completely blessed?

Is …

There’s no such thing
as a coincidence..
There’s only Godly
providence..
Known to the blindly
seeing ones
among us
as the thread of fates.

As I wildly grope at it,
I tremble and I shake..
Just when it seems
I see the light at last..
It leads me …