Aspirative
My new aspirations
Are not about self
Or scene
Or escapism
Or death
Or life
But instead
To be the am
Which creates the why
To inspire others
To be and thrive
Above and beyond
Whatever semblance of a former life
This is me
Soaring hopes
More fully than ever
And more hopefully than
All our whispers ever knew
For you are this and this is beyond
All which my imagination could dare
Or even my hopes could soar
With every day and more now
I am not I but us
Saria
Standing amidst the stream
When I stand in the water
Feel the rocks beneath my feet
Once shaped by streams
And molded into valleys
In the eyes of man now known
When I listen at hand
To the rippling ease
Of such is known
To me and my own
Then I understand
Like in the cities of man
Unfolded before
How we once were more free
And in passing meant to be
Like water and like stream
Ever flowing
Martin Luther on feelings
Though they do come
And they do go
Like leaves on trees
And clouds in skies
And rays from the sun
And the standing waters which rise
So also in the fall
Do these emotiontides go
And its not to control
But how to flow you must know
Both these emotions high
And these emotions low
An opportunity sight
My window is not a passive sight
But the look which shows
And goes through with the speed
Of an amplified lightning bolt
Strikes hard at the life
Not which I have
But which I'm building
Beneath the blessing of the bright sky
My God is so good to give me such time
A fall
Human beings fall
Off things, yes
Into things, yes
But also this way of being in bliss
For as we see it exist
Or feel the need for it to exist
Or want to see it exist
So we then we follow our "exist"
Or perhaps the lack thereof
Sometimes along
For too long or too short
But perhaps sometimes
Its the end we find
And embody to be
What someone else then sees
Eyes on lock
When I bond with you as this
With eyes locked like stars
On a burning trajectory down
Where there's no time left
Or beating heartbeat sound
To claim an attentive glance aside
There where this less than two people exist
And no past mameory can press
Nor self can speak of an ounce of second guess
We're not with fire though this is warm
And much desire nearby yet
It is only the slight of us alive which I truly want
That is you and me
Saria
Life is dreams
Life is dreams
And hand and feet
And worlds built on sand
And drugs like caffeine
And I must ask
And listen
And see
Life as waters which move
And make waves like the sea
And all will dissipate
You see?
Beneathope
For years the stars were just above
A wishful hope
A white distant snow
A fleeting dove
The kind which I’d never known
For years the stars were just above
But now they are in the eyes of love
And one which now I know
Saria
A Sticker, A Tanka
A sticker is both
A constitution of this
The mind that's outside
A white humanity shell
A once expressive former
Fresh Wish
Wishing for me
Is tomorrow for us
And an eternity together
Full of breath and song
Belonging and longing
And excitement
No longer prolonged
You must forgive me if I
Cuss and hiss a bit
At time
For I no longer wish
To be divided from you
Such as the Boolean Pythagorean problem
Is long
No man escapes
Life is not at all about you
Though time may be untrue
Or relevant or real or felt
Not at all is this world
For its spinning is meant
To be turned against or towards yourself
For no man eacapes gravity without help
And tree ate planted for sake of being
And you be to forsake yourself
Or so you should
As no life is best spent ever
In the arms of loving yourself
Life is not about you at all
Life instead is growth
And about sunshine atop the leaves which fall
A different kind of ignition
A charring ash
Beside a stone
Needs no more rain
To cool it's skin
But you
With blowing confusion
And a clueless
Unbeknownst to self
Toss matches down
Till gasoline streams
Well up from the shale
And "poof" aloud
Now I am flame
Here again to be found
Don't challenge me
Like the suns first fire
For I am around ever
And will come around
To burn again
Oh clueless man
Dare you dare
Piss and challenge
Me again
Storms are
As storms will tell you
And shaking masts of bitter still
And splinters raining from the sky
Your world acrash below a swell
No voice to hear this solemn sound
Or wish to find in horozons eye
Except how we
As sailors a scurry
Shoyld know better then
To doomsday a different will
Why?
Because no storm is ever the worst
There are just storms
Forever
A nature most aware of self
I am a dreaming creature
The kind which looks at self and sees
The constant pattern of love and stuck
In practices so well-known
That I
Not in an act of self worship or love
Catch myself thinking "if"
And also "I could only be"
Then more would be more
And somehow I most suddenly would
Be in someways more free
When really, I've been so all along and am
Who I am is am
What I believe is me
An early early morning tanka
Sunrise winks at me
With a cheeky smile of known
Having seen my sleep
And so little of me here
At this peace I am unknown
A growing out
Creation is special being
When breath is breathed
And life is felt
And suddenly the heart you imagined
Is suddenly being
And beating
And surrounded you are all around
Then only then
Can you look at those who breathe around
And say
"You are found, and I found you"
In this creative way
We abound
And together grow, out

