Trying to mold

Holding soils

With anew pressure shapes

Into what you think could be clay

But more often than not

Turns out to be mere mire and debris

Yet with your hands you place

And press and hope

For a holding fast of sorts

Which keeps until the sun does bake

But in the end

We are all just dirt in a once timely shapre

In the eyes of fate

A tanka, one dimensional

We human beings

Are known for none and yet

Remebered for one

This mode of being undone

Most singular in nature

Gravitas

Pull is something

You can kind of sense

But not see at all

Instead, it is felt like invisible shores

Like the hum of an electric fence

Or when you find your feet soaked

At an inland mall

At a bookstore failing

Or at park bench where the earth chirps aloud

But it is felt

Most suddenly when you've found

That single mind at perfect being

There when noone else is around

Wanting to live and understand the visions of others

One of my gifts

Is to feel and see

To embody and to be

Not just advocate

But act as an advisor of life

And in pursuit of such

I find

That there's just not enough

Of this silly little thing we call human time

Because my competence calls me

To learn and invest

When really I cannot

Physically specalize in this

For it would take years in each

To be as fluent as I wish to be seen

This is great

This is sad

This is how it has to be

At least for me

Prayer

Prayer is not waiting

Or asking

Or nothing

Prayer is seeking

And speaking

With the eternal being

Who knows eternity far better

Than any you could ever know

You are not the answer

You are the paint to be brushed

As a colorful soul should pray as such

Humbly

Future hunting

A window closes

And you walk once more

Down the hallway of life

Not looking for a door

But another sight to see through

Another reflection which is you

And an opening for

This right future you wish

To have sorted and see

Is our most human desire

Though the glass to be

You should persist

And not waste another moment on the past

How I’ve written

Plop a pen down on a pad

I wish

Push a platen knob aside

I tried

And in all forms of digital shores

My stones went amiss

And yet here in a whisp

Where I can most quickly exists

And most full describe

What existence it sees

I am neither moving nor unalive

But happily lost in this

Glass and eyes, a tanka

Sunlight streams though us

These glass faces of bright eyes

And in shining like rays

Beaming feelings bend the light

And reflect each of our lives

A place on earth and above

Quiet me

Seems to love

The silent wild

Of these two things

Either the run of passion through fields and abounding streams to cross with jumping fleet

Or the quiet unknown of deep space below, with nothing but stars to caress my dangling feet

To these two things my eyes and mind tend to cleave

Stirring heat

Fire smoulders on my chest

Electric jolts me at my waist

And mind, my mind, know what is next

Mere days from deep renewed breath

In gallons out this water pours

And electric steam is mine no more

Instead we live as we have dreamed

And fume and whisp at every seam

Until at last this bursting forth

Is outward poured

And our no more is firmly past

And softly felt in tremmoring force

Saria

A concrete tanka

Concrete stretches out

Above an ocean of old

Taunting dreams anew

Into an existence we

We wanted more than flowers

Saria and thought

One of my favorite homes

For sure is you

But also anywhere away from me

After a week or two

Is desirable as well

And preferable also too

As compared to this oneness of self

I much prefer the latter

These words or you

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

Americano

Americano

My bloodstream doesnt wish for this

Though it forgets itself

In regards to what it truly is

A river

Capable of flowing

And with new thoughts going

Most forward and free

And in forgetting so, me

Is most happily left

On the bank

Set me up please

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