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What if the words we create

have everything to do with what we see

and how we experience this life?

What if the ways we have learned to love

have the ability to shape and shift

our own sense of reality?

What if our minds are just an operating system

left asleep or on some sort of autopilot,

awaiting for an awakening of an endless amount of senses?

What if we have the ability

to be everything beyond the limitations

we create?

What if our barriers are invisible,

our dreams boundless,

our spirits blinding in brightness?

What if this space is a place of vastness,

filled up with the crystallized stardust of our past

and the untold blackness of the future?

What if it is all available to us?

It is no wonder that we often smother ourselves

in stories and shames.

It is this responsibility, this gift,

that can be as much a burden

as a beauty.

It has everything to do

with how we choose to

move to the music

that makes up our lives.

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Through a small space between the blinds

sunlight seeps in this room for rent.

Blinding in its excitement

and open with opportunity

my spirit is flooded

with a feeling of freedom.

These lines between the wood

move with a life given to them by the wind.

Elements are working in unison here,

a harmony,

a music not heard

but instead seen.

And I sit here

lucky in love and in life,

able to see and feel

within a single moment

that there is life within life.

It is all so endless.

Laughter rises quickly from my belly.

 

The mathematics of this magical experience

are forever for us to create

and reshape.

A structureless form

waiting and wanting always

to dance with the love

that rests in your lone, loving heart.

 

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In the passing parade

a girl smiles.

I stop and take a

moment to marvel.

On center she waves,

beaming her love light.

A soul unafraid

in an otherwise scared

passing parade.

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Look out for the cold eyed companions.

These dead-headed grey wolves with patches of white,

howling with their prayers of wisdom.

Dull words picked up out of another goddamn book

trying to cleverly disguise art

as anything other than some kind of self-indulgent fantasy.

Look out for the twisted truth tweakers

led on by their own reaching

and delusions and dreams.

These bastards are hard at work.

And they consume and consume and consume.

And on and on and on.

Look out

when you’re looking in the mirror –

it only takes one person to choose to

work on the world

instead of

working on themselves

to turn it all to shit.

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Time to stretch, stretch time.

To realign. Redefine.

Lay down. Fall flat on your face.

Now you see the space

a rain can create.

A place of openness

like a field of flowers your fingers can feel.

Sometimes the peddles glow

but sometimes you don’t even

open your eyes to notice

because it feels so good.

You feel so good –

to be alive.

It feels so good

to be alive.

 

 

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Let these words be a reminder

Of this moment that is forever standing still.

Like light that is touching your face

and moving too-

it all passes by so fast

and yet is never lost.

 

Let these words be a reminder

Of a feeling that is beyond our flesh,

A reminder of a space

and a place that we come from-

That we came for.

A place we have never left.

 

Let these words be a reminder.

Let them settle softly inside you

like a song I am humming

right to the heart.

This world moves likes Seasons my love

but it is true too

that it is always standing still.

 

Nothing is ever one thing

to those who love.

 

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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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