My friend, so choose

The beauty of humanity

Really is the choice

To walk or run

Or to turn towards truth

And embrace its grace

This is my cause

My calling attentiveness

To choice

So choose

My friend

A futuristic, unpresent, me

Contentment with self

Is a weird topic for me

For fear of being accused

Of complacency or worse

I often find myself lost

And unable to appreciate

All that which, not has been,

But in that moment was

And is

Which was me

Silly waves

Clever sights are like

The beautiful ocean waves

Crashing not for me

A thankful heartbeat

This heart of mine

Beats thankful at

The strong stability built

And over time felt out

In this sharing existence

Of us neither new nor old

For I am with you in heart

In body

In mind

And beside in soul

My Saria

Operating Table

It’s impossible to feel

The true coldness

Of an operating table

Until it is you who is laid out

Laid bare

And cut deeply

By a goodbye

Betrayal

Or other such loss

Of warm heart or breathed air

Until then

You do not know coldness

Or metal bearing

At all

Paths

Choosing not

To go down old paths

Is a conscious thing

Sometimes a can’t

Sometimes a won’t

But for the likes of me

The walking back is far easier than

The deciding and staying

Away from such former homes

As ever been

But what is best

Is most often

Not what is easy

At all

It is

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