February 15th

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There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Being tossed violently about without a care

Until another sunset passes to perpetuate the cycle

 

The journey: never satisfying a linear destination

The soul: equal to the sums of time

 

We process such thoughts seeking out balance

So that mind and reason fit together as a puzzle might

Because believing that we are one as substantially stable

Makes us feel better from the turmoil in growth of mind

 

The journey: never simply a task in sequence

The soul: equal to the observance’s progression

 

There are only so many days in the year

They float by like dandelion seeds in the wind

Today marks the moment that proves we exist

To solidify our memories by tomorrow

 

I am grateful for today ❤

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I’ve taken out my pen at least ten times within the last ten minutes

Every time I set out to write a profound line or statement

The ink dries up and my mind wanders to numbered lists

 

Vibrational tinkering

Jingling

Repetitive nonsense

Off-key but

Playing its own

Dramatic melody

 

Been here before, balancing on the tightrope

Obsessing about answers when I don’t even know

I have really enjoyed perusing your train of thought

 

A little boy fell off of his bicycle

Scared and all alone

He grabbed the sidewalk for its warmth

But ended up getting burned

Crawling around on all fours

He forgot how to walk

Abandoned, hurt, and sick of himself

He never made it home

 

Scraping out the ash from the bottom

Lighting up and hoping for one more

Fingers burning but still I don’t stop

Finally, there is something to feel

If I were honest with you

Then I would have to believe myself

There are moments when I doubt everything

With too many thoughts to figure out

It’s always the last hit that

seems better than the next

 

The sun sets on restless minds

Attracted by shiny gems glowing

Ambers in the eyes of who’s looking

Momentary distractions demanding attention

Versus simply enjoying the moon

 

If dreaming were easy than more people would have less to believe

And less to think of as real

Even if reality is never something we understand

 

There’s a special price to pay for

Being above all of the rest:

Creatures hovering through the rain

But never getting wet

Watching the animals below as they scatter

Shielding their faces with the backs

Of their hands

No attention to what’s overhead

As they run for cover

 

Even if the rain falls

Creating sad, long lines down the pane

I can still find myself

On the other side looking in

 

I am grateful for fluffy snow ❤

Midwest Winter

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Devoting self to voice for a moment

In trying to interpret this introspection
Noticing the land ahead lays bare, dead in winter
With memories of golden shoots of grain to haunt the road
and the passengers within the constraints of the pavement
It is here that our World becomes isolated within the embrace of Love
As ‘Maxwell’s Silver Hammer’ plays on the stereo
Adding to the absurdity of contrast in us versus everything else
I find myself loving you more with experience
Perhaps it’s only when I stop thinking to take notice
That this is what happiness means to me
I am grateful for being on the road ❤

Spiral

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Tunnel vision conversations with the one in black

In the thick of his rebellious mindset, smiling

Moments to collect before awaking to forget

With heavy hearted uncertainties left unanswered

We meet in-between the layers of time as

I imagine you near beneath the collective surface

Each introduction of space determined

By the questions of the moment we experience together

As we are, but more than we expected to have the other consider

 

Connected in the discovery of more than our measured potential

“How do you do it?”

My words trailing out of consciousness rather than out of mouth

Met with brown eyes that burned a hole in my heart past lives ago

No answer to reply, only wisdom to learn

“I know I must lose my mind to gain the US in myself”

 

I saw you standing in front of the pine tree line

Your smile more noticeable than the noose tied tight

And again, in the shadows of my day in the white light

Supporting my head as I defended my rights

Once more, in the darkness of your touring comfort

Behind some stage where you felt your heart close

Again and again, we continue to spiral home

 

Lost in the worlds but always paired in our love

 

I am grateful for barefoot hiking and lime water ❤

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Hope

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​What of this light?

Golden bright as a reflection of the heavens

The creations in the stories told to our children

These realities of blood, of fear, of greed

Of whatever we make it, if only to ignore the present moments

No thinking!

Forgetting more as a wish than wanting to dream

Mental distinctions of anything, of wanting, of nothing

Of whatever we make it, dead thoughts to protect the living

Who is the ascended?

Lifted guides of the ‘all-knowing’

Those holding the weight of the celestial message

Spiritual saints of our modern world, of one force, of Gaia

Of whatever we make it, we become who we would like to be

We accept the beggars of trust

To ridicule the hearts offering love

When the light gets too hot to bear

When the skin reddens and cracks in the third-eye stare

The teachers grow old in their destined comfort

Burning themselves in their endless summers

What of this life?

An individual in response to everyone else

Not what’s felt

To exist of the mind, of the heart, of the soul

Of whatever we make it, believing that we can make it

Despite not knowing the secrets of hope

I am grateful for dark winter nights ❤

Ten

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One, two, three…

Eyes glazed and hazy

Censored sight dizzy

Focus on the surface

Four, five, six…

Momentary paralysis

Oh Consciousness!

The body lingers

Seven, eight, nine…

Claim to be benign

Life dictated by time

Success in numbers

One, two, three…

Keep on counting

Repeating days is easy

Only fools succumb

Four, five, six…

                Silence your wishes

                Ignore all awareness

                Feel no pain

Seven, eight, nine…

                Let the body die

                Join the alumni

                Birthing the cycle

Ten:

                Forget the fallen

                All is forgiven

                Flesh is rotten

 

I am grateful for fresh fruit ❤