The Experience

foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

She wanted nothing more,
for there were no things
worth wanting anymore.
And as for wanting itself,
even that had become
a tiresome chore to her
as it grew and swelled, so
she let that go as well,
for it was taking up
too much of her time,
using up precious space
in her mind –space
that she needed
to think
and to be.

“You see,” she will say–
but only if you ask, since
she has no desire to sway or
convince, in fact,
no desire at all does she have
but simply to exist,
to live in the moment
to which she’s been offered–
“I am the experience.”
And then she will end
with nothing more proffered
for there is nothing more!
as even every day words
which she once
so adored become
inextricably
inexplicably
meaningless.

By Jason Weaver, 2017

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Presence

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

To attain presence
one should surrender to form,
as practice, as norm,
one should submit oneself to
the essence of unaffectedly being,
inhabit a habit
of nonexpectantly seeing–
one must plumb the fields
of depths and shallows,
succumb to the yields
of lights and shadows, and
become, solely (soul-ly)
become —
not what one wants or tries
or desires to be, but rather
what one IS
already,
naturally

By Jason Weaver, 2017

invisible / invincible

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

i will make myself invisible
disappear into the thin
leave behind ego and self
abrogate virtue and sin

transcend duality
this divisible quality
of other and i

i will remake myself invincible
reappear and reside within
inhabit every leaf and stone
emerge as all creatures known

transform to one
this singularity forgone
whole and complete

i make myself invisible
vanishing infinitely
i make myself invincible
vanquishing all uncertainty

By Jason Weaver, 2017

Iteration

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

He’s been here before,
he’s almost sure; it’s nearly the same
although some details have changed;
what once was up is now down,
left has become right,
and something in the core
has shifted slight, but the rest appears
familiar, too familiar in fact,
and that is what has tipped him off.

“Aha! a test,” silently he speaks in his head,
“now just to remember… ”
Yes, he is convinced he knows.
Well, best not be too cocky, go slow,
more than once egotism has led to strife.

“See it for what it is,” he reminds himself.
As the scene plays out before him,
he seems to watch it all externally —
from over his own left shoulder,
he sees his hands, hears his voice,
they are his, and yet somehow
…ethereal…

And almost as soon as it begins,
it ends, each voluted turn drawn
tauter, denser, quicker as
minutesdaysmonthsyears
collapse in on themselves.

Iteration–Extinction–Inception

Yes, he has been here before,
this time he is certain; it’s nearly the same,
of course some details are changed;
He sees it for what it is, an experience
sees every step he must take
on an elliptical path of existence,
every birth, every death, and
every life to be had within.

By Jason Weaver, 2017

 

When I grow up…

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

You rolled your eyes at me,
said I was lazy
just standing there,
slack-jawed;
told me to
get my head out of the clouds,
get out,
get a job, get a life —
called me a dreamer,
a fool, a loafer, a user, a
good-for-nothing-vagabundo-loser.
You sighed and you scolded,
clucking your tongue and
wagging your finger,
you shook your head
and you warned me,
“I WARN you!
You’ll regret this!
You’ll be sorry!
You’ll be lonely and
you won’t
make any
MONEY!”

At last, is it any wonder why
all that I aspire to be
when I grow up is
a tree.

By Jason Weaver, 2017

 

In a Valley

Foto by Jason Weaver, 2017

In a valley pass, I am
LIMITLESS
like an eagle I glide
above the land,
like a fish I breathe
beneath the sea,
beyond the ego-bound
barriers of body and mind,
I am the Earth,
her chartreuse covered
contours against
cerulean skies,
I am her ruddy dust in
sun-warmed winds,
and from within,
I am light.

By Jason Weaver, 2017