Seeing Kind
Kindness is seeing
What kind of a life
Has been stuck to a being
Not even due to their own device
But then to think of them
By a new means of expansion
And to what where they could be
Of their feet on which could stand
That is a kind sight
Indeed
To
See
Your little universe, perhaps
All will be right
Not with the world
But within your little universe, perhaps
When you pause and see and hear and speak
Of the memories which are becoming first hand
As a current sight in your eyes to find
So at last you should smile
Knowing no tomorrow is meant
And every yesterday has lead
You to this moment in mind
To a place where you can choose to see
That all will be right
Unspoken sound
There is a genuine heartandsoul
Which beats and blinks
And breathes with soft sound
Speaking not of what is
Or of what has been at all
But such a voice pants
And laps at purpose and meaning alike
In the sound if tomorrow
Now in your ears may be
Alive
Cold Landing Spot
A slow fall
This life
A lazy snowfall
Is
An inevitable end
In a cold landing below
A slow melt
Becomes a merger of home
Into water as one
We are
All are
The wind and breeze between, perfect flow
I turned and you were there
Like a sudden face
Of a friend I prayed into being somehow
My unknown now know
My once wish returned
And I a smiling incarnation of joy
Am so happy for this walk
And in this gardened way
Now fully grown
To have a taken a turn
Most botanical in nature
For ypu are growing
And I have grown
So fond of these words
Overflowing and flown
Like the wingtipped air
Between flowers and birds
Blow
Tanka, perfect flow
Close my eyes and reach
Out with arms extended now
To catch time flawless
For I am an imperfect
Wordsmith alive with purpose
A calling, perfect flow
A calling (to me)
Is such an important thing
To grow and be
And to become more of me
And you
With your calling as well
I respect
Even if most different
You are from me
And in contradictive wish
We now find ourself
Just for a moment opposed
Don't worry
You are to me
As I find myself to you
Most needed
To be seen writing, perfect flow
Does quiet guard
My future thought
?
Do others near
Make me forget myself
?
I ask this now
Because for naught
?
To write myself
Will ever help
?
Silhouettes in the sunset, perfect flow
No muscle is eternal
No arm afire is ever unextinguished, sadly
Though we wish and wish
To say we were in truth
Right there when the stone was carved above
And yet this human nature concludes
That we were such here
But in noways meant
To last a day longer
Than this
Sights, perfect flow
A wish for eyes
For ears
For light
Creates
No less
A deeper breath
Than a gasp
Of human surprise
At this
Yet again
Most impeccable
Most private
Most distracting
Most smiling
Ever of sights
Adult homes, perfect flow
Eventually
All homes become created by
Not created for
That inner child in you
No matter how hard you try
Grows more tall
And away from its original self
Until there is no more
Except bought and wood and stone
And memories to adore
Of other children growing up
Until thwir own childhood is no more
Concrete and canvases, perfect flow
A more simple man
Is not wrong to be
Or to have a mind set
Be it in buckets or concrete
But I
But I am
Not or neither
Any of these
So much so the concrete mixers
Is ever regarded as an artist
But overlooked perhaps
Us both
So similarly
To serve, perfect flow
Service is not an evil thing
To give back and give
The moral ebb and flow
Of blessing and being
And of promise to be
So long as your heart-stead beat
Is in line and in tune
With the song of true service
Than you are
Exactly where you belong to be
And if your heart is not
Then perhaps you should
Consider something of your own
So as not forever to be in distruth
Stuck in living to be
Never a waste, perfect flow
Don't ever look back
And say
"Ah, what a waste..."
Instead
Turn the globe
And see your travels for what they are
A certain time
A certain wish
A certain you
In a certain place (no more)
For that is the point of traveling, to end
Just as all lives do
So please, don't waste
The true best is, perfect flow
The kind of people who cheat
Are those who know not
How not to look
For something perceived to be
Somehow better than
This beautiful bright light of first day
Of reality
And I
Smile happily to the sky
Every dawn to see
My Saria bright as an eternal sun
And reflective light
Like the moonlight of Christ
And with she is free
In unity
You are far more free
Saria clear, perfect flow
These puddles have not
A comparative chance
Nor the obvious features
Reflective clarity
Or depths of future prosperity
Which you so clearly exude
From both meters to miles down
In uniqueness
Saria
Silent self, perfect flow
This beautiful silence
Is to me
A broken wish
An ignored thought
A wonderful day which could be
But won't
At least until
I am allowed to be more
Than a bump on a log
In a river of contemplative thought
From these old ways, of idleness
I am most definitely
Lost
Homeward heart, perfect flow
On this the eve
Of another depart
I say and stay
To my steady homeward heart
I will return
We will indeed
To be with you again
Most comfortably so
And worry about me
Not so much
As now I am
And so much more
Of the capable and of the know
In regards to my making homes
Far away from you
More cozy and now
Less more than ever before
Alone
No more
Not so ever
More
Jazz, perfect flow
I will only know
If I really like jazz
When I first hear it live
And in ears alove
Hopefully above
As such beats lift me high
And higher than any drug has known
For I am sober
Always