Walking in the woods. a daily practice_____ observing the trees and the ways they sit so still
Weathering the storms (days, months, years, decades)
Sitting in the wind, icy rain break limbs, clouds quench the thirst, deeply rooted, but more free than………………………………………………………………………………………ME
The worry, the fears, the pressure from every angle. Psychological warfare, sexual desire, economical collapse pending, bearing the weight day in day out.
Flags waving more freely Intellectual Superiority
As leaves drop, twisting and turning, rotting on the floor, arriving on time.
What tomorrow may or may not bring,
if only it could be so simple??
INNER WORKINGS of this biological system:
Seems so unfair at times, but then there are the trees, sitting still, taking it in, more free than you and I may ever know.
Striving for equality Prosperity Ending the monotony The breeze will never tell
Trapped in self imposed cages
these prison wall closing in
tighter, smaller, less and less
Freedom sounds true if we can just open our ears, widen our hearts, see beyond the walls we placed right in sight.
inevitable train track perspective.
“BYE bye”
Today, the rising of the sun shining on possibilities coming.
Let go of thought corrupted by screens, this to that.
Joy coming,
laughter sets in,
this great comedic interruption,
intermission,
crumbs,
never enough,
more is what we got.
Appreciation for sweet scents, things that died just before we arrived, celebrations for what will turn leaves to the lives we fear we have. Beautiful decay and the miracle of the simplicity of it all.
Nutrient rich soil.
Self harming in such ways
invisible to see the details of the possibilities
the unlikely cause of everything that is
Hearts beating, barely, as we take the next turn.
THE END
Freedom isn’t free, it’s already paid for, a gift for all to savor.
Take it in. this moment its not going anywhere, not until its gone
When that will be who could ever know………………………………………………………not me.
Freedom though that is where I’ll be when it comes, and it never goes.
Seeking empty bowls, filling cups, transcendence glimmering upon the crests of waves to be surfed and crashed upon the rocks.
To the wall to the end.
Thine own heart be true.
Healing the fearing,
the inescapable melancholy of how joyous even the hardest times can be.
We are free to leaves any time, guests in this world.
This realm of whatever goes,
just obey the rules and oysters become your whole universe.
Leaves Falling,
YOU.
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