is the coast clear?

can we come out from hiding?

can we hoist our socks

and meet this outrageous new dawn

with a modicum of unbreakable mettle?

I'm not a betting man

and even I say to hell with it

kick it in the teeth

show it who's boss

(even if it is maybe

the Cosmos will respect the chutzpah)

let all this chaos and transformation

be more 'beginning of the new'

rather than 'ending of the old'

let all this cosmic shifting

uncover wisdoms we thought

were forever lost

(he said with fingers crossed)

let the bones and the angels sing together

let the widow and widower rejoin their mates

somewhere the world can't find and hurt them again

let all manner of being find its peace

in the maelstrom we call consciousness

let all we hate and all we love

find common ground in the infinity between

the ticks of our clocks or the beats of our hearts

let nothing be lost but that which has served its purpose

(and even then is it truly lost?)

I'm ready to move

good to go

road-tested and with plenty

of reason to be confident in anything

that comes be it triumph or wipeout

let us all make to be on our way

let it be what it is

let it be enough...

Content (c) 2011 Philip Milito.

timeless moment

when anger vanishes

and pity subsides

and regret fades to sweet sorrow

timeless moment

itself a contradiction

an inadequate explanation

of an eternal instant of always now

in that Spaceless space

in that Timeless time

all unhappiness evaporates

all joys also

to be there without identity

in the spot where a description stood...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

sun retreats once more

and gray slabs of cloud

slide over the sky

like a closing eye

ready now to see in its dream

the dream it saw when it was awake

gray slabs of cloud

closing over the eye

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

the long shadow at high noon

yes I guess a circle is truly closing

here in this winter of shock

when night lurks in every shadow

and I head toward home...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

the weakest link is now the strongest hold

assume nothing

judge nothing

do not freight this lean connection

with all manor of misapprehension

because a new world will exist and die out in one second

as a new world comes into being and passes in the next second

the dynamic of change in your own detachment...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

you'd be surprised how many people

actually walk away from a gaming table

or an traffic accident or an attempted assault

get on that horse again and ride as they say

and still don't know why at the next pocket-draining plunge

or the next crumple of smashed bodywork

or the encounter where they fight back and win

or cower shivering and robbed after going back

to the scene of the crime as if they could exorcise its effect on them

chants of a personal superstition

denial being the commonest and most practiced therapy

no maybe you won't be surprised

not if you're alive and present in this instant

also shaking your head in disbelief

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

under this wonderful gray sky

a breath of possible snow

as I walk consumed by all

I've done left behind

and what is to come thankfully

not here yet

so I may indulge a brief serenity

and hopeful for a dusting at least

without being disappointed

if it doesn't turn out that way

and if it will not that also will be fine

preserved in its own perfection

one trying to will his own satisfaction

against a light gray snow of a moment of an afternoon

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.