There is a great temptation,
a sensation,
a desire,
a fire,
that burns inside…
to leave a mark.
And yet judgmental, this is.
For is that not occurring?
Naturally.
Perhaps, I am…
Perhaps who I am, naturally,
leaves – the most wonderful – mark.
Without trying, forcing, wishing,
Or yearning,
Without stirring the pot,
or rocking the boat.
Perhaps the subtle:
With power – true,
Eradicates slowly the blue,
Until my spirit shines…
Through.
For to which I question:
Link the station to the caption…
And in this answer wrong.
So caught up in these,
Shields and concerns,
Conversations take twists and turns,
And understanding breaks;
Threads of wisdom quake:
But fail to resolve,
And patterns of daily life,
Flood consciousness.
Deep statements and meanings true,
Wash away into the blue,
And standing there with mouth open wide…
Remaining on the other side.
I fight to hold the torch lit,
So that what we want can tip
Its way back into the flow,
And all this nonsense go.
Maybe there is a space,
A place,
Deep,
Or out in the sun,
That holds the…
I wonder when
The chime will sound,
And the hounds will…
There was nothing left to give…
Yet energy begins to fill…
The thrill of…
(For a moment)
Recharging,
Realigning,
Becoming
(Breath)
Stand, continue.
(Sweet!)
Don’t hesitate
To contemplate
The riddle that is laid before you.
It is your life…
And therefore,
Your potential strife.
But rest assured
Your capacity will suffice
To surmount:
And the height you may reach
Will breach the very core…
Of your soul.
So strive on!
And rave your heart,
And play with gusto,
in which way
you feel
To represent most true,
You!
Power: so easily wasted
In actions (over tasted)
That worked at first:
To answer the thirst.
Although delicious and a sign:
Exuberance is not benign!
Owning power more difficult be,
Requires acceptance of hero in thee,
Wise men say to walk away…
So as to continue another day.
Let balance be a path to shine,
Upon humble steps approaching divine.
It is not what I didn’t yet do:
But what I did…
And what I did:
Will do.
It is enough for today
I say;
Maybe I like it (this way).
Sure I want more
And I adore the horizons to come
But it would be dumb (I say)
To miss the joy of today
The way
I played it…
Which:
Will do.
Libations,
Sensations,
Rationing,
Passion-ing,
Elastic tensions…
That I press,
(and mess)
with until something gives.
Whoops!
This balance
the edge so fluid and
at some point unforgiving:
Consequences can crash down;
Light the path!
The balance!
Let me play,
and stay,
inside…
the beautiful;
and yet explore (the dangerous).
There is light,
Deep…
Which requires might,
To bring:
Forth.
Well spring
Does sing of bliss…
Toss coin in
When I wish:
So to fish, I go
Deep!
Patience (to unravel) myself;
Consistency (to bolster) confidence;
And…
The path stays lit.
To be sure,
Requirements galore:
Placed on me.
I only wish to be:
Free…
And play
(all day).
However, I admit (reluctantly),
The constant pressure of tasks
Makes me ever more clear:
Things I hold dear,
Jumping through fear…
Stronger, I become,
Guess I will go get me some,
Maybe even have some fun,
“Hey there, rising sun!”
(time to run)
There are things to do:
Is this the “thou shalt” dragon?
Does my heart wish me to slay…
Everything that keeps me from play?
Sword of power,
Cut through the tower,
Of the ought-to-do:
Back to the pollen path,
I wish to step.
Beauty all around,
Holding the sacred ground,
Sword a-blaze,
Breath!
The things that matter to me,
Seriously!,
Are not the same as those that matter to thee,
(Thankfully!),
And yet the paths intertwine…
Beautifully!,
Time to hold this kind of love,
(Aggressively!).
