confluence

aspirations and dreams
desires, wants, and needs
what we think we want
what we yearn for 

sometimes...
based on what we do
with feverish intent
or by miraculous chance
we get what we want

dreams come true
kinda...

as morphed dreams
lesser than visions
and plan b-ish versions

unlike the movies
not an ansel adams
but more a good sketch
evident of some divine hand
revealing...
deeper life lessons
forever forging a path
of some unmapped road
a progression to
what...

the next transition

july 18, 2025
The Center for Reincarnation Studies

smooth morning

easing into a 
lovely summer day
madzun and berries
and old style reading 
an actual newspaper 
actually reading
leisurely turning pages
folding and unfolding
in july sunlight
espresso demitassed
totally mused by 
a gracious wish for a...
     smooth morning

πλατωνική αγάπη ή φιλία?

something special
even more fragile than
the, so called, true love
they mostly write about

maybe not fragile
just harder to keep 
the borders, clean, and clear

a deep and abiding 
tightrope, both so taut 
and hard to traverse
harder to reverse 
or advance

on that beautiful edge 
in-between several states
of consciousness and being

or just simply, trying, to be
learning how to better
marvel the unknown in 
which are lucky to have
touched souls without 
mating on this plane
or in this lifetime 

july 6, 2025
the acropolis of a dream
 

MEME Lyrics - Attempt 2

Stop making wars
Killing and oppressing
And all for what
And all for what

Chorus:
Leave us all be
Let us all live free
To work and raise families
And pray as we please
Leave us all be
Let us live free 

Shed your egos and 
Always wanting more
Power and money
Power and money

Look at us performing
All different but united
In love and music
In love and peace 

Almost a Fantasy

Verses

It was a glance

Just a glance

Our hearts melted

A soft jasmine breeze

 

You heard me sing with

The first notes of your nay

Song bird (albilbil) amongst the reeds
Our eyes turned brown to blue

 

We talked and sang old songs

We sipped tea, ate oranges

And talked and longed (ached) for

What could never be

 

Verse in other maqam and rhythm

Tea and oranges

Old and young

This tribe or that

This and that

Do they matter

Why? Why?

 

Chorus

Never to be

Just a dream

Almost a fantasy

For you and me

 

June 2025
A first attempt at writing lyrics
with a nod to Um Khalsoum and Leonard Cohen

so beautiful

simply... so beautiful
a smile brighter than 
the golden sun in fall
that colored your hair 
and forged your eyes
sometimes hazel
sometimes ice-blue

but that beauty pales,
is out shone, by your
truer golden glow,
and a peaceful warmth,
all from the more genuine
beauty that radiates from 
your pure and passionate
heart and soul... 

Almost

a poet that never penned a song...
    almost 
a love that might have been...
    almost
a problem never solved...
    eulerian 

a road not taken? 
    just stop now

all the opportunities missed
shots not taken
investments not made
all the wouldas and shouldas
and missed kudos
    water over the bridge
    wind in the dust storm

almost... almost