Five months after you came into the world, you discovered the fawnbrown mystery of brittle leaves in December. Back when the winterswere late upon the earth. With your sister, you played in the pileof leaves like a small doll sinking intothe earth itself. Into a wormhole of foliage,and a cataclysm of autumn. Laughing atnothing but the act of […]
existentialism
The Delta
I don’t know why I became an atheist,Yet some days I can tastethe divine. It sits still in mymouth, as a pair of crouchingeyelids in the tall, midday grass. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand […]
Nirvana
Nothing to blow. Nowhere to hide. Just white-hotslashes in your eyes. Strong to the core. Driftingon the edge. Savaging the twisted wreckage,leaving only a statue of Diana, the Roman goddessof the hunt. George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry […]
Messenger
Emerging from liquid,unique in the solar system,as far as I know, I am a messenger, andmy story is far from over.There are still maps tobe formed and surfaced- ideas to be risked, sent likea probe crashinginto the orbit of Mercury.I am still getting closer to the distanceof a different destiny, at least until the fuel runs out. George […]
The Devil of Omniscience
You always get what you want. Everythingcoming in must come out. Intimately. Moving together liketwo sides of the shark when it swims. Psychedelic inflation and the twosides of the universe moving together. Instead of. A mere assumption. Blownup. Holier than thou, Above human. Doing as you will. The whole systemfeeling lifted like a ground becoming light. Nothing making us do anything. The Dao doesn’t […]
How Do We Return to the Path?
A spiritual path is a challenge to continually become something better than what we were. It’s a commitment to adapt to new conditions. Temptations and toxins encircle us all the time. It wasn’t a coincidence that the first monk who called me a student was a boxer in his youth in Burma. As a monk […]