What Is This Strange Forgetting?
An audio poem for your enjoyment
Photo: Courtesy of TimelessToday
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at 09:13 PM | Comments (0)
August 13, 2022The Open Window
Is an open window missing anything --
a pane of glass, a curtain,
a sheet of plywood in case a hurricane looms?
Breezes enter through this window
or should I say where a window was,
there being nothing now but empty space,
no way to separate
the inside from the outside,
where I'm standing now
from where I will be later,
you from me.
Who I am is this empty space,
my home, my lens,
the portal to everything and nothing
the formless one
before a single need arises,
or regret.
Keep this window open wide, my friend,
even in a storm.
While the floor may get soaked
and it will seem as if, sometimes, you are all alone
the tears you shed
will dry everything,
the silence now filled
with the holy thunder of yourself.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at 12:30 PM | Comments (0)
August 08, 2022In This Late Night Silence
In this late night silence,
no one here but me,
I am being
slowly deprogrammed,
unraveled, unhinged, unfurled.
In this ever-widening space of no time,
there is nothing to say
and everything,
songs unwritten
now being hummed in another world,
a thousand Zen koans, unasked,
spinning in great circles around me,
the one who waits for an answer
out for a stroll
and noticing
a single daisy.
Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at 04:12 AM | Comments (0)
