Life is a Boulder

This was written on May 25th 2011

In the soul

A rolling boulder

Trying

So hard to move on

Nothing left to hold it

Without Sisyphus
The boulder has no purpose

For a while standing still

Then the rolling

Begins to overtake it

Losing all control

Afraid at first

The wind whipping

Trying to hold

No success in slowing

This boulder of life

The boulder feels compassion

For Sisyphus

Understands why it was left

On the hill

Understanding

That it has another purpose

It becomes its own

Inspiration

Pure as spring water

Straight from the aquifer

Crisp and clean

This soul

Is rolling

A boulder

Seeking

Compassion

Words cannot

Change this thought

It is time

To move on

Rolling

Forward

The Noise Diver

This was written on May 23, 2011

The morning's silence

Broken by a sound

Rippling

Through the empty halls

Feeling the noise

Touching

Tingling

Hairs shift to meet it

To feel it against them

The sound has a hand

Running down this arm

Softly feeling

Not quite touching the skin

Into the soft back

The noise plunges

A dive from a thirty foot cliff

Cold and stiff

It ripples again

Up and down a spine

No pain and no fear

Just ripples

Across this body of water

The diver feels no noise

Only silence

Beneath the surface

The ripples stop

For a moment

All is peaceful again

A single bubble floats

To the surface

Ripples beginning anew

The noise

The diver

Leaves the water

Every hair stands on end

Searching for that hand

Which had brushed so softly

Had touched so nicely

Craving the feeling once more

The noise broke peace

Created a life

Ended a life

The noise is life

Everything we know

We've yet to know

When did noise change you

When did a diver send ripples

Through your body

As he broke the surface

Did you feel pain

Or just a tingle

A soft hand creating a craving

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