Morning slips silently into my window
as a chill settles in to remind me Autumn is here
The birds chirp effortlessly
I shuffle muffled to the door
as nights gathered cloak slips away,
to let the joy of life
sleepy autumn morning.
I have checked the clock more times
in an effort to meet the hour
of dawn’s arrival.
First, the witching hour came
leaving magic at my door
a bird flew past
then two more
a cricket cricked
leaves gathered dew
a spider spun a frame
for the rising view
and in quiet
unattended by all but
did the sun glimmer at
the edge and let
My rise to the fall,
the whisper of willowed words waving
in a wind yet blowing,
the calm clarity of surface
realities not understood in currents unseen,
lingering on scents mystifying
mice men with miniature mandolins,
playing sweet songs of melodies, I
can’t remember because my former
self forgot to leave a memo to the message
I was suppose to entertain, restrain, and refrain,
across horizons of blue ink and white salted skin;
an impossible poem unwritten.
Insist upon yourself
Find the means to be you,
nay demand it.
And though you are changed
from setting suns on the days before
Stay upon the course and as the sun rises
you are you all the more.
Let none deter your vision
Let no cloud deter your sky
Insist upon yourself,
and be always who you are.
Pause in your day today and simply take in your world. See it for all its perfection and flaws living simultaneously together. Breathe in the inconsistency of its auras and the complexities of the life moving there. This is your place, know it. This is your place, make it better.
If you want for peace, then be peaceful; the opposite cannot know it, so do not give it life with thought or deed.
A seed cannot be anything other than what it is, the potential of the thing it represents; sow it and it shall become all it was intended – no wishing for difference will make it change – sow wisely.
Dance with me in the world of light, so that you may see my shadows and know me.
::speak peace and dance on::
Very little can be done if very little is hoped for, so dare to dream upon stardust trails and universes yet discovered, that we might hope for much and have much to do.