Don’t you listen to fear, sweetheart, don’t you listen when it tells you what you must be, what you can’t do, what you don’t know.
Who do you think you are? it says.
Who do you think you are, to speak?
We are in life for just a while between time and eternity with no navigational instruments, no sextant and no chart, we live in context.
There isn’t a specific challenge to overcome during our lifetimes, no strongly recommended way to spend our days, no predetermined fate, free…
The sky is blue, the trees are green,
The light is pure, the air is clean.
The mind’s at peace, the soul is light,
The heart is full, the sound is bright.
Who is to know what the future will hold, the future from here to forever
Who is to say what the fate has in store, the fate that has brought us together
Who is to judge if it’s right or it’s wrong, the judge who created existence
I walked outside myself, barefoot on the pavement of my existence
to feel its cold, smooth shell under the even colder surface of my soles.
There isn’t much warmth and comfort, outside looking in,
The winds of time push us around, we live to love.
There are no secrets to reveal we haven’t found.
From time’s beginning life resounds familiar sounds,
You wake up one day, just one day out of many, to find your world has shifted on its axis, not a lot, just enough, just enough to drive you mad. We adapt, smart humans that we are, we adapt and it shifts again, unexpectedly, at the least convenient moment, just to spite us.
It’s early | so early | to tell you | the story | of summer
When violet | beams lift | the shutter of | heaven | at dawn
So fast that | the marking | between day | and night | is a sharpened
My spirit is heavy with the time I squandered driving in first gear,
one light shining dimly to dispel the darkness,
all the way holding on to the promise my ancestors cherished
I wade through the symbols of essence unseen
By light and by shadow departing a dream
All centered inside of the self shell of me.
The light pushes darkness away from my form
