Our Minds Limited By Our Physical Nature

We are each of us a spark of pure vibrant energy...
Resonating in an environment more connected, more brilliant than we know...
We effect this force with our deepest thoughts, our obvious actions...
Insecure we follow the masses, yearning for meaning, and/of disaster...
We do not trust basic instinct, looking for answers outside our own...
Trusting others fears and bias, becoming one with those...
We feed each other dulling radiance slowing the natural flow...
Eternal the search has been, our faith raw in a wisemans hands...
We adore who preach, after life, miracle cures, magic potions for longevity...
Acceptance, understanding of our true infinite nature, few even seek...
We see death as a finality, though truly most believe in more...
Segregated communities, religion, wealth, education and race...
We are keeping busy in this tangible finite space, numbing the need to know...
Scared of ourselves and neighbours, our food the very air we breath...
We have become the collective mind of all that is negative, our wants now needs...
If only we knew our true beauty, there would be nought to fear...
We can look for all that is positive, in ourselves and the entire universe...
Infect the world with love and promise celebrating each and every exchange...
We are each of us a spark of pure vibrant energy, lets share...

Where are you...
I wish I knew...
Secret safe secure...
A pure smile...
Beyond all I know...
You dwell unseeing...
We see very little...
Who ignites you...
This realm supports you...
You care not...
It Is As Is...
Where are you...

Intelligent Life...
More than just us...
Humanity's ego...
May fall eyes new...
We Are...
What is will come...
My Mirror...
Can I stare down...
Deep Ache...
As history tells all...
Skeleton Soul...
Brace for simple trues...

In wetness I walk,
your fall grounding fluid galaxia.
Refreshing my senses stale,
cleansing of dead centre calm.
Coverings of self insubstantial,
you seep deep cooling heat.
Stares of the bizarre,
why am I in you.
I remember my child,
running ecstatically in your freedom.
The sacrifice of adult,
seeming immense natures tears joyous.
You have always been,
I an infant in your wake.
My indulgence in you,
keeps heart and mind open.

Karma Camelia

Karma in this lifetime, Ive yet to payback, I guess...
My journey seeming a simple but unending test...
I do not wish for riches, I want, what I need...
But still at times it seems too much even without greed...
So I figure that my life thus far, filled with many bones...
Is being tallied pros and cons til I payback what I owe...
Or could it be Im suppose to strive and reach some unknown goal...
If thats the case Im bound and gagged in my own self dug hole...
Im trying to be all that I can, though my confidence is fleeting...
Maybe trust in self, is the grade of scale, the mission to achieving...
Blindly I shall continue on, with some stress but little haste...
When all I wish, is that I leave, a smile on every face...

I sludge through this viscous...
Near solid its weight...
Physically apparent...
Only in my mind...
Breathe is short...
Sense is not...
Inhale...
Release...

WHY...

For all the shit I spout about living in the now...
Tryna swallow my own medicine it just aint goin' down...
Of course I choose to live in the very recent past...
Im sure Im just confused, mind mush, tortured heart...
Where to go from here, Im writing, best place, I guess...
Next step will be to try n separate ego from this mess...
Faced with simplest facts no doubt I hope to find...
That yet again Ive let my heart runaway with my mind...

At this time,
At this moment,
I despair,
To reconcile,
Only I.

In this time,
In this moment,
Ego dies,
Faux falls,
Reconcile I.

Of this time,
Of this moment,
Fear flees,
Truth shines,
I am I.

when we stop expecting immortality,

we may start to embrace our mortality,

and realise our eternal selves.

The weed despised,

hunted and destroyed,

still stands proud and tall.

Buttercup dance in grassy meadow

Dandelion diamond in rough

I cannot smell the roses on the summer breeze.

But I feel and hear the goodness washing over me.

grasshopper chirp and cricket snore orchestrating summer symphony cicada sound in rustling bluster

As the hawk tries to find his soar...

I try to find my sight...

The sun too bright...

The hawk has gone...

Fear has fenced us in.

In our yards.

In our homes.

Even in our skin.

Sitting out in dappled shade, that sways in baby bluster.

I close my eyes, natures strobing light.

Nicely warming, cool strong breeze.

I've been gone for so long...

Again merging til I cant see...

I'm back and I'm not strong...

Why do I do this, do this to me...

Matters not really, a cyclic thing...

Have the process down pat...

Maybe it's in my genes...

Clean up now Stat...

Forever a Day

In a garden of roses... Lay naked with Love... Chocolate sweet kisses each day... Melt in your arms... Always together if forever apart... Each moment is Love... Celebrate you forever in now... Riches beyond a day... Swept off of our feet... In True Magical Love...