atonement
The spirits have spoken
Oh, their whispers rain down that name
No place to run
You must confess Continue reading atonement
Author: Primitive Joe
Challenging backpacking trips, zazen, contemplating the lens through which I view the world, and a love of discovering new things drive my appreciation for this place we live.
no obscuration, no fear
your form is your temple
the refuge of your soul
sweep away that old and dusty dogma of man
polish the mirror until there is none Continue reading no obscuration, no fear
no hope
the crane flies calmly through the night;
the hummingbird, tethered to nectar for flight. Continue reading no hope
a forest moon (after The Cure)
Come closer and see – see into the trees Find the girl while you can… she was already with my … Continue reading a forest moon (after The Cure)
seriatim passage
but as i tear through my own mind
and lose this self inside of time
i’m scared of what is left Continue reading seriatim passage
consequences
or maybe i’ll just slide into a warm spring
with a bunch of monkeys that have done the same
staring off into space Continue reading consequences
rearview
you are turning your 180
working hard to say
i’m angry Continue reading rearview
all the the white horses
when are you gonna make up your mind
was this the dream you wanted?
all the white horses have gone ahead Continue reading all the the white horses
Primitive Joe 