The push pull is a necessary energy to get things done.

But as the world gets louder, with the ambition to become something different, a cry rises from the noise.

The deep deplorable lack of self knowledge.

What do we do? Remain silent? Some say silence is complicit. But aren’t the ones saying so just as loud as the ones they’re pushing against?

With all the pushing and pulling, the puppeteering and politicizing of silence, what is right action? What do we do?

That question if asked today should be answered in silence.

©GOLSEN July 20th 2021.

The sound of the wind in the trees
The dance of a couple bees
The stillness of water
A sailor on a pond
A hug from a stranger
A rainbow.

The beauty in a rainbow is that
It always incarnates itself in the present moment
Promising to never last ;
It’s honest and fast.

Peace, maybe is the movement of honesty towards time.

Super Blood Moon
At the counter of my Soul
I snapped and poured a drink
I forgot that I was full.

Nothing left but bad rhymes baby.

©GOLSEN May 26th 2021

When God speaks
through the skies
It never gets old
it never lies.

©GOLSEN March 2021

W A V E S ON SHORE
Breaking walls and customs
R A G I N G BONES
Cultivating freedom

there is a call for the wake of a kite
flying as high as life in color
born unwise
there is a Ball in the name of a night
bellevue lighthouse the sailor
is on the rise

B R A V E AND SURE
facing winds and doors
B R A V I N G STORMS
Contemplating floors.

Old mirror
Dear mirror
Previous version of thyself
Swooned by days of unrest and slippery trials
Caught in the names of wounds that begin with anger
Set in bones and cloned to an old area
Where you couldn’t find yourself
Where you couldn’t catch your breath
Where you couldn’t run
Nor swear
Where there was no sun
To set on all your pain

Slippery slope
Catch me if you can
Old mirror
Let me play one more game.

© GOLSEN. November 2020.

The moon is speechless
When the wolves cry
And I stand breathless
Right where twelve dying doves lie

It isn’t about a dream, child
It isn’t about it
It is about a stream of light
Rolling around to hit

Shovels, dispensaries and faucets
Battling many mysteries in one set
Give me time to heal
Time on my knees to feel
That I
Can cross rivers
And face winds that carry fires
I
Am able and strong
Standing in the fickleness of this crazy dawn

Look, the river is red
And the Moon is high
Fences are all around
And there’s a scarf around my head

Let me lay low
Let me know
Let me find a way to know
Let me howl
Let me mourn
Let me launch a day unknown

The moon is restless
On this dying day
Eyes bigger than the Earth I pray, I pray
For Strength to let me stand a chance.

© GOLSEN. October 31st 2020. Full Moon in Taurus.

Two birds are singing to one another
One says fly
The other says nest
One says cry
The other says rest

Rediscovering one’s true power
Is the secret of time
Held close to one’s chest
While lies are made stronger
To keep the child
From being blessed

Two birds are singing this morning
A tune found
In fantasy
Dissolving doubts
Into harmony

© GOLSEN October 2020

When comfort stands in your light
Like a knife and a cry
Waiting on the night
In a bed of lies
To cover your tears
Fears
And anxieties
You can’t stand up right
You can’t ride your truth.

Keep your faith hanging on the roof
And you will always find that you are enough
You’ll always find in you that nest of love
You’ll always find love.

And if you can’t see me where I found you
Tell me where else can I see you?

Between the light of the moon and the shade of a wave
There is a tree called being brave…
Sit by that tree and rewind silence
Your heart is a divine expression of patience.

© GOLSEN September 2020

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