THE MIND WITHIN Nick Anvil (c) 2005

FROM AN EVENING WITH JAN (C) 2006

After all these years it all comes down to “waking up”. It's the mind wanting to understand itself. It’s not me doing it. It’s the brain cells! Then it comes down to “How can this be?” And that is my method. It’s, “how can this be?" I can’t say that I’m not looking for any answers…there are no answers, but something happens. I can’t describe to you what this does to me, but it does something and I can’t believe it would not happen to you.

LIFE'S SURROUNDING ENERGY Nick Anvil (c) (2001)

WIRED Nick Anvil (c) 2001

ENLIGHTENMENT (C) Jan Cox 2000

Some have said that enlightenment always succeeds philosophy while others have said there is enlightenment without a prior philosophy. Although no one can explain or describe such a thing, I feel that I flummoxed that one in my writing. Some people believe that enlightenment can only come about after thought, much thought. While some others have said that you can have enlightenment without any prior thought about it. Although no one can say how such a thing could happen, consider how could that be? Why would it be that no one can adequately describe it? Even those who say it can happen can't describe or explain it…and you can't either! But if you push it to the point of describing why you can't, you're enlightened…
or, you're not unenlightened.

THE INNER SPARK (C) 2000 Nick Anvil

THE DAY ADVANCED (C) 2007 Nick Anvil

When the morning passed the glances of tomorrow’s little dance
Off the dimly lit horizon
Of another day advanced

From the darkness came the light of yet another wasted chance
Yet another vast horizon
And another little dance

Twist the words and conjugations of another days repast
Fill the dreams of revolution
While a-laying on the grass

Watching clouds of day’s confusion in another valley lay
All the hope and travels varied
Dance across the verbal play

Come and greet me in the midnight when the clouds have all gone home
In the silent retribution
Words unspoken sing their song

The sentences of life that fill my brain from dusk till dawn
In the silent meadows echo
Come the words that feel so strong

Days of gone and days to go and days of yet to be
Fill this verse with words uncovered
In a field of yet to be…