Paths 8-20-13
How many paths must we cross,
Must we stumble through;
Guessing which part of the fork is best positioned for the tastiest bite?
To chew on the destination of thoughts that enable blood to pump and flow
Parallel to the bordered trail like a stream;
A continuous reminder of water and the other elements one person needs to survive
Removing the requirements of life and focusing on all that is surrendered
To a compartmentalized pandora’s box
Categorizing important cargo in a wooden reminder of vulnerability
Dried salmon candle wax puddled on the cracked surface
Staining the purity of all that embraces my mind
Doubt 8-20-13
The first stage of doubt:
Being forced to recognize the limitations
Of time and distance
A one hour flight to travel into the depths of mind;
Second guessing position of desire
And what you want
The incessant rain keeps my feet wet, creating
Dirty tracks that lay out the roadmap of the steps carefully placed and manipulated
Just like want and desire?
Knowing the pain to grow stronger with each layer of question, confusion
I sometimes wonder if there’s any strength available for purchase
The expanse between your world and mine is great
I don’t know if I’m capable of ignoring the empty space surrounding
Even though I crave it, I can’t stand being alone
Or, the forgotten thoughts of those who claim ownership
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