The First Day of the Rest (of Your Life) = new album and poem

 

https://jeffgburekprojects.bandcamp.com/album/the-first-day-of-the-rest-of-your-life

https://soundcloud.com/jeff-gburek/first-day-of-the-rest-of-yr

something of a door remains

in the detritus of interpassage

and the poetry of non-existence

something of a broken door

that just won't close

(hang all that spiritual bypassing

that shusuma is without obstruction

right or wrong, we are never

outside the contraries

& no money makes any hipster

sacrosanct permanently)

something of a door

of its hinges remains ajar

other critters, creatures

features of the creation within us

hold the space open

this open space, for/by

the other of others,

absence itself

wherein potential as spirit

seeps or flows in thru cracks

when you see what is not there

within what is there

somewhat like what remains of your life

which you know nothing about

yet vaguely anticipate

dip toes into with caution

or walk through obliviously

when not practicing mindfulness

because, you know,

who has time for mindfulness

in the mindless lumea

after all, right?

we kind of do & kinda

don't while the whole earth

thinks and gives signs

 

 

"Don't get too involved

with the nightingale or the peacock.

One is all words

and the other all colors."

-- Rumi