Withholding

The hardest part

Of speech in truth

Is to not speak at all

Or to scream

Or distain

Such an obvious impediment

And open horror of heart

Too responsively or too soon

To judge

This is the hardest part

By far

Attempt again

If you’re stuck

And tired

And settling for less than

Your original sight desired

Try this

Sit by and smile wide

At the cloudy sunlight of day

Taking a moment to drink

In most deep with your eyes

Preferably by a window

With others minds there beside

In a quiet chaotic corner alone

Just sit back and unwind

And in trying you will stop

Whatever drying you were in

And with a sudden burst

Of laughing freshness renewed

You will find yourself a wellspring

Suddenly in that moment renewed

And thus more alive having taken the time

To drink in deeply with your eyes

This how is why

Sunset tanks

Excuses cannot

Change the nature of such time

Once it has indeed

Passed to pass by like a sun

Going east to west in sky

The richest poison is within

Don’t hate

Not just haves but all

Instead

Find a better motivation

Let alone thought or bullet

To bounce around in your own head

And let all those around

Do what they will

With their own minds

Leave such triggers alone

And pull all thoughts of your own

Always off to the left and behind

Trust me

Don’t hate

How lived

This I’ve learned

That people can be amazing

For what they do

Yes

But also for who they are

How they live

And what they stand for

In truth

These things

Really matter far more

Than any perceived outcome

Brought about

Feathers in the wind

If you think about it

We are thirsty in perfect streams

Hungry in orchards full

And in gardens green

We live as free

As wild sheep and flying birds

Yet cannot see what is beneath

That all is around which is blessed and ours and meant to be - is so, and if we would just taste, and look, and drink, and believe

We would

Feathers in the wind

A word once spent

Has flown away like a bird

Even if a cage was never meant

Or intended as such

We are grace needed

And graciousness too

Hopefully intended as such

So these remembrances are still

Of a different kind of

Moving importance to you

So

Do not fly away

But let them be still

Instead

Weariness of bygone weeks and nights

Tired doesn’t even being

To describe the depth of sea

At which I swim

And in sinking feel

So very worn for trying

And for caring and giving

So much

Is often

And to so many unseen

As is the nature of both giving and seas

It is breadth and it is width

And it is deep

And unseen.

Haiku stomach

Hunger is a pang

Just as memory is a

Feast of a known source

A rare verse of actual me

Asking is not

A great gift I’ve been given

No

Instead my gift

Is the connective oneness of mind

Which always says that I can

And I will

And no one will remember at all

Once this day is past

Once all the doubts of those around

Are behind

I am too confident inside

And too willing to take on

To tow this

Is my line

Hopeful arrival

You always hope

That when you look and see

With a smile ever so slight

Into the horizon and beyond

That where the earth meets the sky

Will a crinkle shade your own eyes

And with both crows feet and form

As a swarming lifting off

Into the clouded day eyes

You always hope

There and then

That you’ve somehow smiled your best

That to where you were always meant to be

Foreverone and at last

You’ve arrived

This that life, is

Life is a series of knowings

And uns

And wants

And times spent seeking

And sleeping

And occasionally with

Fun

But more often than not

Being alive is slowly

Into being

An

Undone

And a doing of something

Almost nothing at all

Or so it feels when you are

Done.

Looping as a verse

Belong

Is a knowing thing for

Hope is not

Something for the weak or strong

But for those who believe firmest

That they are exactly where

They

Bequest

Choose or don’t

Walk or rest

For to stay here or leave

Is at the hearts own leave

A place

A mellow dramatic intersection of time

And this is the heartbeat moment to beat

And where the one and only self

Can finally speak its

Bequest

Into an existence forward

Walking and living and loving

Are all one and the same

A constant step everyday

Into a forward existence of new

And even better in direction

Towards the fullest being of you

Step

Today and tomorrow

Do

Centering on a tanka

Centering is this

Taking time to uncoil

A twisted minds eyes

Which focuses too much on

Tomorrow instead of now

Free to endure

An enduring heart

Will create and not consume

Whatever it is that they need

And in finally finding it

At the most opportune time

Will let outward a breath

Like a sigh

And with new life begin to breathe

All else is folly

All else is vice

But to create and see

And to sigh to the side

And through your eyes to breathe

That is rejuvenation

And to truly be

Free

Beside, Alive

Seeing others

Is in a sense

Believing that

The day is normal

And once again

Unseen I'm seen

In a very smiling way

Beside this feeling

Alive

Looking back with a (:

Looking back

At the no regrets

I see

That my time was mine

And my life as well

In an ever spending

Focal point of self

With the occasional looks

At a landscape of could be

Would and should be

Within the future of you

And that place

Is where I am now

(:

The feelings of both are one

When you wed

Or bear

Then becomes

The pain of another

The discomfort of another

All of these things and more

Your own and

More suddenly than

You’d ever realized before

They are

Yours