Michael Chrisemer

Of Death and Freedom Of Sleep and Dreams Where am I that I am not seen by anyone? Where is my conviction and confidence That life is meaningful? We’re born into these places, worlds without end Where good and evil, happiness and suffering alternate. Where is our primal Freedom, inseparable From our true nature–that it […]

Lama Doesn’t tell me he’s enlightened, Smiles as he clips a hair From the crown of my head For use in some beyond-shamanic blessing. Doesn’t give me thousand-year-old abstractions, Hopeful or fearful generalities, concepts. Shows me that something greater Can not be reduced to something smaller; Shows me that it can’t even be pointed out; […]