Personal Growth
The life by which
Both love and change
Emerged from earth
Is the simplest same
As growing trees
And planting stone
Both require a movement
Which is most uniquely
And upwardly and downward falling
Your own
Or else you'll never grow
A freedom away from self and thought
And there it is
When the not is actually not
And no music has lyrics
And no words are words
But instead you are free
Unseen as a meadow which wakes
To a rusting wind unheard by man
You are free of self
You are free of touch
You are free of even the beneathness of land
Like the sky you are above
Like the last breath you are at hand
But unnoticed as in and then out all the same
You are free of the awareness
Which is the most subtle form of this
Ever human pain
And there it is at last the same
Completions
The hardest part of done
Is not done
But the willing to do
When your ideas are elsewhere
And the selfish child within
Screams and wishes
And wonders this why
It is then you must do
When really your desire desires
Is to walk the opposite
Or run
Juat go
Get it done
Prior seats
It is fun to see
Where I sat before
And waited for life
To catch eyes me by
Now further along
But time still beside
It is nice just to sit
And not to wonder as I did
For this new me is here
Has begun and arrive
To appreciate more
Than just the earth and sky
But the feelings inbetween
And the heartbeat of mind
And the hopes which outlast
Even human lives
To this I commit
And revisit
If sun were none
If there were
No sun or shade
Or cool of night
Nor warm of day
To grace your back
To ignite my face
Then we
Would never get to sleep
Or ever get to stay
So close for long
So longing last
And our days would never fade away
Because there was
No such thing
As time
Man and land
A man is a man
On any portioned owned or not
Atop of which this land is, to land
But the difference is
Of their thought and will
And patterns beneath both fast and still
You will see and know
He by his own
Steps or not
Around or straight
The ways in which he goes
This will be shown
Always
Dont glance
Don’t glance into oceans
Or stare at the reflections of stars in saltwater
Why?
Because there is no reason to
Even consider a sound swim
In such a world of sulphuric sodium
For you were meant for fresh springs
Fed by mountain air
And pure born snow found above the trees
I without you cannot tell
A dash of midnight
And hour of sun
At three am
Is no fun without you
And this reflection is nice
By still waters and rivers
And yet
The future holds
A different type of movement, still
For you are there in dreams anew
And I without you
Cannot tell of
This us
Saria
How she ignites
When you see it
You can't unsee
Or unfeel the warmth once felt
How
With a girl
The sun shines up
And in such a steady way
Radiates
Itself into the most receptive side
Of once shadowy eyes
That is to say
To us
You all glow
Like westward facing moons
And ignite
Such spontaneous smiles
In the eyes of all men
That we never knew such capable feelings were
Inside
Saria
A memory dawns
I look and look
At other futures and see
What could and could not
What I choose and choose not
How these memories stick
From such a childlike innocence
And with prior versions of me
I wrestle roundly no more
Instead - give me a new dawn which I've yet to see - and I will run to it
Now
A coffee ocean
Waiting for a wave to crash
In fifteen still
Four shots of black
Like an ocean please
Wash over me and fill
My tongue with songs
The likes of which
I'd never known before
But will before too long
Miles apart no more
Miles are only relevant to
Those hands who hold
The wheels which turn
And the feeling of warmth
(Between such two)
In truth
The best
Are either nowhere near
Or one day incredibly found
Most near to you
True
Saria
Many noises
A room fills
Like a fishbowl with noise
An impersonal haze
With a dim rumble
I groan
Or something which can't be recognized as self
For thoughts are self
And words are words
And humming is drumming
And chaos is corse
And those around me, in obliviousness, do not know
The overcomer
Wishing I could share
The shaking memory of South
Which occured beneath the same young sun
Not so very long ago
When I was just as young
And fire filled as your beating heart
Which lives its fullest on a run
And in ending finds
A great joy of knowing such moments past
The overcomer who has overcome
And the minds eye sight such as this
Which to us at least
Will most certainly last
Such a crowning day
Headache Love
A fog rolls in
And these tides swing out
With noises crackling cackling sounds
My head a drumbeat sounds out
Pounds
And I wish again for a steadiness of voice
And a trickling stream
Which in you I've found
Saria