Negative space

 The negation of desire is the most arduous task of living consciousness 

Manifesting the elimination of sedimentary empiricism, past attachment and pleasure quests-all short-lived mirages of attempts to touch the divine, is my arrival at the the  orobourous nature of conscious knowledge

So, accepting the two minus equal a positive, has to be the algorithm of human life

Why then is the negation of nirvana registers as the endless pupil state and not the master  status ?

In my dream, nightmare more like it, I’m swimming, filled with a terror that saves me from drowning, like the blown-up balloon of a fish’s cavity, in a vertical shallow sea within viewing distance of the shore.

I never reach it.

That is my space

This Mess

 I open my night

Tonight I will wander on open roads

Tonight I will have some time off, even from my dreams

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 Coyote

Once they came down only at dark
from the canyons. Now they trot out
bold in daylight on sunlit pavement.
Still, if you move close, they vanish fast

into shadows under the freeway,
blocks from the ocean. Up beyond
the flammable mansions on over-
built lots, where they once burrowed

safe, gave birth to ravenous young.
Now they watch under scaffolding
swinging above sliding foundations.
Near the homeless tarps, scattered

fires. Wolf instinct awakes in the
once-wilderness. They’d feed at your
jugular. You mean nothing to them, you
who believed in the evolved domestic.

Hunger, not love, draws your dog.
The need in the gut. Each choice
made in your life sentimentalized.
Like the young you fed first. Gone

too when you return with nothing
but your worn advice on how to survive.

Carol Musk Dukes

 Infirmity

Chartreuse green tinging old wood

Dusting off, the palette of life is 

 accumulating fresh hues

On wrinkled skins

The sunlight futures rally and

Still- nature, the almighty teacher and preacher 

Reigns without registration of pain

2025

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