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Brisk, blue spirits waver around us

like smoke in a closed off room.

Shutters are drawn, dust is swirling,

cars hurrying.

They linger amongst us like the fragrance of a flower,

like sweet smiles

and your tender laugh.

Among this audience they sit,

these blue bastards brooding

with their subtle shaking hands–

another silence lost to the space.

Like oil erasing the horizon of a highway,

we notice this all.

Of course we do,

but what will we do?

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In a soft and fragile voice you seem to be screaming at the world,

with wide eyes full of fire and fears

and a sharp nose to match.

Like a lone boat afloat in the middle of the ocean,

rocking and rotting.

Waiting in vain and pulsing with pain.

Powerless and ablaze.

Even your bullets are bleeding.

And your heart needing. Your love fleeting.

And amongst all of this mess is a beauty inside you,

glowing like crystals in a cave.

You know this.

I know you do.

But take as much time as you need sweet one.

Let the world love you as you begin to remember

again.

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If these walls defeat you,

break this space between you,

and walk on water

to the center of

the Pacific Ocean.

Let wet drops drip from the tips of your hands.

You are surrounded by all and only blue

and for a few moments

you are left dizzy,

but not dizzy like an adult.

Dizzy like a child.

You fall completely

into the deep blue sea,

like a dream, becoming.

But falling feels like flying

and breathing and dying

seem the same too.

The eternal irony.

When you’re surrounded, surrender.

Surrender to the power

of what a moment can help you to remember.

There is an Ocean inside you.

And an Ocean inside me. It is in all of us.

We are infinite,

and endlessly becoming.

Just remember.

Surrender,

remember.

 

 

 

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All of this matter seems to matter more

than these moments built out of magic.

Embedded behind our open eyes

is a world wide web,

not connected through cords and cables

but our energy and our emotions.

Let the voice beneath our senses

inform us and guide us.

Let our knowing be led from a place

not built by hands but hearts.

Let our love drive our actions

and let us experience the magic

deep in the toes of our souls.

 

All this matter matters

more when you give yourself away.

The strength of your spirit rests

in the resilience of your faith.

You already know the truth.

You have always know it.

So much of your time

here

is just about

remembering and releasing

and resting in the warmth of your heart.

 

 

 

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Out on the plastic grass

I made my bed.

I set myself up with

stars and selves on shelves–

some needing dusting desperately.

Some changing shape

as I took them close.

As if my reaching hands were touching magic,

or even being magic.

My thoughts sparked in this flat space.

Music flooded from the house.

My mind its own mirrored wall,

radiating and remembering the signals.

I am told of things and listen,

while some make me let out in laughter.

It is through fire

that my fears are best burned.

Then my spirit can shine

in its own unique light.

 

Out on the plastic grass

I made a bed and I laid flat and I found the stars.

And I found mother nature too.

And in the eyes of all these people,

I found myself

constantly

becoming, anew.

 

 

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Who were we before this black screen bore its birth?

Before the crystallized asses and the political passes

settled in.

Before the highway lost it’s shape and the open road

of freedom was found with pudgy fingers and

minds melted in moments of escape.

Who were we back when?

When the trails were unpaved

and the maps were unfinished.

When our minds were curious

and our hearts hungry

for those big things in life

called love?

Who were we then?

And what now is left of our

beautifully broken dreams,

built on nothing?

What is left

for us

to mess up?

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In whispered words

we heal the wounds

washed on the shores

of our hearts.

With a gentle touch

we feel the fears

left alone

to kill creation.

With soft eyes

we see the shame

we built when

we turned away.

In the sweet silence

we all know

what we must do

to be ourselves.

Let yourself be guided

by your senses,

let yourself trust and let go.

In this unfolding

is who you have always been

and who you’ve been chasing.

 

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