Poet, Songwriter, Artist
It comes all at once
as it tends to do;
Not like a sucker punch,
or some massive wave
to knock me off my feet
but more of a gentle hand
held to a cheek
or a voice softened
that the child not only hear
but understand
What does it say?
That somewhere behind
these endless cycles of growth and suffering
is the mechanism that allows their becoming:
A choice
-Brandon White
The lessons are endless, you know
and from the wrong perspective,
that may seem tragic
All I mean to say
is that you'll be continuously unfolding
-Brandon White
Keep the circle around you small
make it tight;
give it armor
Keep the world out
The stranger tells me it's the only way
and he's right
and so very wrong
and I’ve no desire to sway him
one way or the other;
it isn't my place
No, I belong somewhere
closer to the center
anchored in that foreign
but familiar place
where the first domino fell
where this all began with a word
-Brandon White
Shades of The Mother - 12/6/23
The day begins
with strange new
shades of the mother
She comes to me
in the form of a large woman
in a tiny car
She’s in the oncoming lane,
nearly hitting me
while making a sharp turn
I see her clearly
All bright red lips and white teeth,
like a clown from hell
Show me the one
who pulls the levers of karma,
I want names
Will you love it all?
This is the question
each time I cross her path
I'll find a way
I'll continue to open myself,
to make room
-Brandon White
Watching my daughter
lean into her work is a joy
The furrowed brow,
intense concentration
Yes, this is the way, little bird
leave no stone, as they say
There are infinite ways
to bring the vision forward
and you're reminding me
of this every day
And saving me
by doing so
-Brandon White
I’m searching for answers
before my eyes adjust
Vibrant questions ricochet
off of every surface
and there’s no cover
in sight
This is how my children say
Good Morning, Dad
and the times that I don’t
meet them with patience
return to steal hours of sleep at night
like poorly timed coffee or Eraserhead
This, I’m still learning,
are the steps to the dance
that is parenting
How could I forget, even for a moment,
that I always wanted
an audience with God
And here,
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed,
an endless stream of love
and sparking creativity,
has come to greet me
and ask for milk
-Brandon White
It’s all yours now.
A journey of love, suffering, and endless transformation.
Click the cover to purchase my new book, A Boat for the Sinking, today!
With love,
Brandon
I’m 36 today and beyond grateful.
My 35th year was the beginning of a significant shift in my life physically, mentally, and spiritually. I’m committed to the work of aligning myself with my highest good.
My third book is coming this Spring, and I’m excited to share it with you all. Already I can sense things beginning to bubble up in my mind, what’s likely to be the beginning of book 4, but that’s for another day.
I’m surrounded by so much love, and my wonder remains intact and sparking; no man luckier than I.
Their Eyes Beyond
I drive myself crazy
imagining ways
to pierce the veil
How the mind might
be used to fold and tear
the fabric of perception
that one might peek through
to the world beyond
the wool
Consider our limitations,
how few colors and frequencies
the mind can endure
Dare we open our arms
to what we can
only hope to comprehend?
To that which is,
has been,
and will be?
Before you, before I,
known before
we knew
Before the first pair of eyes
set skyward,
before a mind wondered;
What waits for us there?
Or, perhaps more
importantly,
who?
-Brandon White
Hello Friends,
Here’s another recent piece for you to enjoy or disregard. Sending love to you all.
-Brandon
Brandon White 