one with darkness

royal purple paints the five o’clock sky
sit in lotus position
not trying to understand what I am
understanding is only achieved through experience
don’t worry myself with
morbid thoughts of the future now—
must live for the moment
right now
exercising my breathing
polluting my breath
discouraging

displaying much strength but
sure there is weakness there
somewhere
none of us
perfected perfection
all of us
perfectly imperfect

seeing orange and can almost smell
the night creeping into my eyes
the sun is almost completely gone
faithfully it will return to my eyes
in a matter of hours
my spot is desolate today
can hear many voices
can see no faces

clouds marching in time
an imperial march of purple and orange
what will the king say upon seeing my lonely visage
the next train will take me east
allowing the wind to blow my mind elsewhere
and darkness arrives covering my night time soul mate
many miles between us
feel so empty
like a bowl
what I don’t see exists the same
as those objects I can readily touch
one more breath as I close my eyes
abandon the purple—orange sky
one with the darkness. . .