• I do not wish to be the moon

    I do not wish to be the moon

    Reflecting sunlight
      back to Earth
        in darkened space

    Craters upon my face –
     remnants of ancient actions

    A silent stillness

      A feeling of weightlessness

    Dancing between
       the planets  and stars

    An ancient satellite
      gravitationally locked

    Earth may never see
       my dark side

    A mystery
     only accessible
      through advanced technology

    Hidden from the simple minds
      of violent apes

    Science is a key
      to understanding

    Knowledge learned
      and forgotten again



    I do not wish to be the moon

    Pulling at the ocean
      and sensitive things

    Tides rise
      and fall
     as I approach
      and withdraw

    An object of dreams
     and worship
       and illuminations

    Syncing natural systems
      to ancient patterns

    I am not a rabbit

    I am not a wheel of cheese

    I am not a dream

    I am reality
      unfolding
        towards an awakened state

    A constant reminder of change
      as time passes

    New craters form
     as objects strike my face

    But I
       do not let that affect
        my core

    I am still Earth

    Connected
      through a dance of forces

    A unique object
      of admiration
        and mystery

    A stepping stone
      for the advancement
        of the human race

    Those biological computers
      creating higher versions of mind

    The skull
     is just a house
      for thoughts and memories

    A structure
     to encase the ephemeral
      nature of life

    As the flesh returns
      to Earth and sky

    The house remains
      for thousands of years

    Long after the life
      has been erased
        from the face of Earth

    All the thoughts and dreams
      that traveled within its walls

    Are but fleeting signals
      of electromagnetic energy
     forming a conscious experience

    The skull does not ask to “be”
      it does not know what it means
        not “to be”

    The questions
      arise from the cosmic mind

    An agent of observation

      Collecting data and insights

        into all the possible forms of seeing



    I do not wish to be the moon

    Dancing in the darkened sky

    As the plants and animals
      enjoy my distant companionship

    Creating beauty
      for the eternal Buddha

    Reflecting a perfect state
      of calmness

      in a garden of Zen

    Mirroring the lotus
      that rises from the Earth
        towards Sahasrara

    A series of chakras
      of energy
     that connect Earth to infinity

    A mantra
      containing a seed of frequencies
        that unlocks portals

    A mansion full
      of loving mirrors

     reflecting
      endless variations of the one

    Truth wants to be seen

    No matter how painful
      its message can be

    It does not wish to be buried
      in the darkness of lies
        and obfuscation

    For it knows
      there is nothing that time
        can truly hide

    As the apes run from the light

    They create war
      and death
     in their illusions of control

    Yet their minds and bodies
      decay back into the Earth
        in a perpetual pattern

    The cycle of the Dharmachakra
      rotating in the illusion of separation

    The enlightened ape
      does not wish to be an ape

    The simian destroys itself
      only to be reborn
        into another form of observation

    Something ancient
      pulls like gravity
        towards a dimension outside of
    spacetime

    The illusion seems so real
      it is all the ape
        has ever known

    Only fragments
      of dreams
        and creativity

    allow the ape
      to feel its ancient self

    Sitting beneath a waterfall
      of trillions of molecules
        forming the stream

    Neural pathways arranged
      in complex patterns
        creating biological memories



    I do not wish to be the moon

    Staring back at Earth

    Yet I am Earth

    Separated through physical contact

    Yet still tethered
      by a gravitational pull

    My path can be calculated
      via the language
        of mathematics

    A dance
     that has gone on
      for billions of years

    In the cycle of rebirth

    Life finds a way
      to transform into something novel
        before returning to death

    Like the waves of the ocean
      connecting water to Earth

    An experiment
      of sensory
        and form

    In a perpetual dance
      within an intelligent network

    Gaia
     was the name the apes gave me

    Yet I do not know
      what that means exactly

    I am just a part
      of an ancient system

    Constantly observing
      and modifying itself

    Endless supernovas
      create worlds

     within the infinite tapestry
      of time and space

    I am just one
      of countless variations
        of the great mind

    An endless journey
      of life finding its way
        through the blackness of space

    All is alive

    All is forever



    I do not wish to be the moon


    I only wish
      to be myself

    However strange
      that may seem.

    Original poem by David Kausek

  • The Sacred Cycle

    The sacred cycle of life permeates all known things,
    Reflecting an image of the divine.

    From the first breath we take, to that moment our breath is extinguished,
    We enter this ancient world anew.
    With a perspective unlike any other,
    We enter this world, pure and innocent,
    With a heart full of love and wonderment, we learn to see the world according to our environment and the various things we are exposed to.

    As time moves forward,
    We repeat the process of humanity.

    We grow and we learn, we stumble and fall.
    We pick ourselves up and we stand tall.
    We laugh and we cry, we love and we hate,
    We experience joy and we experience all the intricacies of a vast emotional landscape, and, yes, sometimes we even suffer heartache.

    The lessons we receive can be interpreted through a lens of clarity or a lens of distortion.
    Nature is far more complex than the dichotomous perspectives we place upon it.
    We are constantly trying to simplify, rationalize, codify and document our experiences (while our egos filter our realities).

    Life is like looking out of a window,
    You are inside the structure of body, but the mind peers through the glass as the windows of our soul collects information.

    We touch, we feel, we hear, we smell, we analyze and we play.
    We gather knowledge to shed light on new things and dispel the darkness of our collective ignorance.

    Through it all, we are a part of this whole,
    A symbiotic system of creation and destruction ruled by the laws of the Universe.

    We are all floating through space on this “little blue dot” that has many names.
    Some call it heaven, some call it hell, some call it Gaia and some call it spaceship Earth, but all of us call this planet home.

    Gravity keeps us grounded but it also holds us down.
    We learn the methods to overcome these limitations and we strive to push forward and explore new horizons.

    The sun rises and sets according to our perspective on this spinning sphere of life, the seasons come and go,
    And in the end, our matter returns to the earth below and there is always work left undone.

    Our legacy lives on in the lives we touched.
    It lives through the laughter we shared.
    In the memories we made, and in the love we expand outward in all directions.

    The sacred cycle of life, is like a circle and each person is the center of that circle, expanding and contracting.
    We chose to create and we chose to destroy, as we nourish the Yin and Yang of our beings.

    Irregardless of the choices we make,
    This planet continues to spin.
    We are all a part of life, from beginning to end.

    Never forget that which is good,
    Never let the darkness of space
    Steal the light of your sun!

    Carry on and lift as many as you can while you can.

    Life is simple.
    Life is complex.

    We are fragments of the puzzle known as life.
    The greatest mystery is not control, but harmony—the work of balancing the forces inside us with the forces that shape the universe.

    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

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  • “Glittering Gold”

    Falling from the sky
    With the grace of wind

    A smile cannot pretend
    Words like “love” and “friend”

    An echo from the past
    Haunting the streets of his childhood

    Walking through dreams
    From once upon a time

    A beautiful pattern
    Dancing in light and shadow

    The interplay of complexity
    Simplified by mind

    Compassion warming the heart
    From a cold blank space

    Memories of love
    Filling the void

    Like water in a chalice
    Releasing all malice

    Forgiveness from fragile beings
    Holding together, exterior strength

    Like a healer purifying the land
    He touches time with his hand

    One cannot hold the intangible
    Or grasp the meaning of infinity

    Through complex processes
    This poison must be dissolved

    The clarity of water
    Flowing through a peaceful stream

    Symbolic sacrifices
    Invoking the spirit of nature

    Dynamic dimensions of time
    Acting on perceptions internal

    Knowledge of our ancestors
    Guided by the eternal dreamer

    Encoded information
    Hidden within the mundane

    In the flatness of a prairie
    Where heaven touches the plains

    One cannot lose contact with “human”
    The essential self buried in distraction

    Alchemical matter
    A construct of the mind

    Piercing the veil of Maya
    A puzzle to be solved

    The silence of a monk
    Sacred is the vow

    An image of the world
    Transformed by the hands of an artist

    The studio is his sanctuary
    Holy acts of creation

    Lifting the souls of man
    Silence filling space

    A counterweight to hatred and destruction
    This hall of mirrors, society’s construction

    A deep blue shadow
    Wrapping around a face

    A piece of the the soul
    Captured like amber in oil

    An open canvas
    Expressing change

    Like clarity in water
    Filtered by action

    Organic matter
    Transferred into words

    Enigmatic presence
    Never waking from God’s dream



    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • The Second Season

    In the waking of Spring
    I am child laughing at the “sun”

    New seeds rise from “Earth”
    Reaching towards the “sky”

    Energy bursting forward
    Traversing the bridge of annihilation

    The renewal of rain
    Unleashing the earthy fragrance of fungi

    A rainbow of colors emerge
    Vibrant reds, greens, yellows, pinks, blues

    New smells awaken this stale “air”
    Microscopic particles entering one’s body

    In a hurried rush to live,
    Birds sing their melodies

    A cosmic egg
    Manifesting physical dimensions of life

    Mystical experiences
    Entertaining abstraction of reality

    Peering into the nature of atoms
    An attempt to transcend the mundane

    Metaphorical observations of the metaphysical
    Allegorical symbols birthing science

    The spirit of breathe
    Caressing trees

    Clear springs sculpting terra firma
    Tears of heaven washing away the chaos

    Time marches forward
    As grief lags behind

    The dichotomy of “being”
    Now and then

    As above
    So below

    Life flows through everything
    Tools are necessary to perceive

    Religion
    Science

    What is a life?
    Scientific data collected upon entry and exit?

    Biological info condensed to numeric values?
    An entire “being” summed up via stats?

    Life is a journey
    All growth comes through change

    Nothing lasts forever
    Nothing stays the same

    An old man passing through the woods
    Walking above the presence of death

    Countless lifeforms have come before him
    Countless lifeforms will come after him

    The ancient cycles cannot be altered
    No physical monument can sustain time

    All things are left unfinished
    All things are incomplete

    The process of birth
    Inevitably leads to the process of death

    We are but visitors
    Observing the great mysteries

    Spirit
    Eternal



    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • Echoes of Starlight

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  • Gazing Into the eternal You

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  • Desert Flower’s Darkness




    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • This curious child gazes skyward



    Original poem by David Kausek

  • CHILD OF ART: birth of creation

    CHILD OF ART: birth of creation



    Original poem by David Kausek 2023

  • Sitting on the subway

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