Not all friends remain

Though not all friends will remain

This is good and normal

This is both freeing and free

As you have no obligation to remain the same

And those people who were with you before

Were the keepers of who you were

Now their absence is a chance for you to grow

Greater and beyond

Anything you've ever been

You are blessed to be alone

You have been blessed by their letting go

Now grow

Your day of pining and fear was yesterday

That you, Saria

The difference between

Is more simple than you think

For special has more meaning than two

And family and friends are different also

But you

Yes you

Care for my breath and my breathing in ways

Which no other human being daily chooses to do

That you wish

That you care

That you are

That you choose

These things mean the world to me, Saria

Saria

When the harmonica hits

Good harmonica

First heard and most unexpected in nature

Hits like a freight train in the middle of a walking path

Noone expects the mouth harp inquisition

Lol

Oblivious preservationists

A singular focus

In pursuit of collective vision

Can at least be understood

When a heart is truly open

And a minds vision is fully humbled

But a singular focus

I pursuit of self preservation

Constantly and obliviously

In the public domain

Is something I struggle with greatly

When will you wake up and see

That your brother is you

And that you are more than just you

Together we are we

And you are also me

W, ake up please

Asap

Silly wishes

Preconceived notions

Based on observations

Mean nothing at all

When you forget

Who the attributes are attached to

When really

It's the who

Which matters WAY more

That the color of her hair

Or the shade of his eyes

It is them

Not that w,hich

Defines

Your warmth, stay

Somedays my heart burns

With antacids and patriotism

With hope and admiration for the sun

Until the day is done

And other days are just cold

My limbs frozen and sore

Like a sycamore

Leafless in its Decembers disguise

Yet today I am neither

Since you are near to me

And very much alive in my life

I am dry and free as an autumn leaf

Stay here forever with me?

Saria

A new type of teacher

Teaching fact is true indeed

And valuable most certainly

For a tool is a tool even in rusted use

But trust, and faith, and better personal place

These things I much prefer to teach

As they are both more challenging

And far rewarding

To use

No student ever learns nothing

From you

Color song, a Haiku

My colorless heart

Is embued with your quiet song

Singing brightly now

Engine, a tanka

When the second spark

Hits an already running

Engine of something

More than just an engine turns

Wheels spin free if stagnation

Time Envy

Time

The only currency I care about

Demands my jealousy

Regardless of who

Or where

Or when

Or duration

Or even of the most understandable why

I'm jealous because

It's you

It's your time

And I want both of those things

More than anything of mine

Saria

In The Distance

A distant mountain doesn't call

It simply is

And will be for long

You desire to climb

Or see

Or shake

Has no relevance on

Whether or not

The mountain with each morning wakes

We as humans set mountains up to be

Such wondrous things

Not for what they are

But for what they show us

From the peak

And knowing that

Sometimes

Is enough for me

I have climbed enough already I find

Though I wouldn't pass up a beautiful sight

If given the opportunity (to fly)

Beautiful and asleep

With trust as deep

As freah cut rivers and streams

In the earth of stone and fading green

The night with a grin

Smiles wide along with me

At my good fortune that I

Get to see you in such a sleepy state

While the world sleeps I

Get to see you at peace

Saria

Sudden Snow, A Tanka

A sudden snow storm

Crashes skies of March and blue

And I can only

Watch and wonder as the sky

Is embued with white once more

Famous

Achievements change the way humans see

Each

And the other

But the truth of the matter is that

A much deeper thing

And things exist

Beyond the simple man made need

To somehow rank each other

There is always value there

Even in the not being

To be

Lost is the opposite of Christ

Freedom is not nothing but time

Since time is mortal

And mortality isn't free

God is free

And free is free

And being with God again (someday)

Will be

If you belive that is

And have faith and flowing

All of which are free

Living purpose

It blows my mind

That others will not do

Or pursue

That which they feel called to do

What kind of life is that?

To not be willing to go

To grow

To move

Is that really you?

Pro tip

You are not that which you currently are

You are that which you are becoming tomorrow

What kind of life indeed is this

The best

A writers focus

Muses are muses

And saviors are saviors

And may you never confuse the two

I pray

New will not change who

New will not change who

Only peace will settle self

Into a new existence entirely

One without hard turns

Or prior sins

One in which you can finally be

The truest version of yourself

I need a change of focus

A stubborn painter

I pride myself on painting skies

Yet never want to touch a brush

When I'm outside

The irony is me

Tomorrow

From powerless
To nothingness
To the groggy dry of waking late
And having to wave goodbye
After next to no time
Spent with you

This is me
And I'm not good at letting me be

Tomorrow will be better perhaps
Distraction is my former free