A Decisive Moment in Time

Where are the heroes of old?
Are we still under the spell from adopting the lies we were sold?
At what point do we bend at the knees and fold?
Will healing come through being told that we were right;
or is there still a need to fight, wielding our words as knives used to split the wheat from the chaff?
How much longer must we wear this mask of pretense and deny the realities of tragedies, sorrows, hardships, and the sea of disbelief that dwell within?
When will it be the time to adopt the elements that comprise the realm of real and acknowledge and allow ourselves to truly feel?
Do we still have time to deny what’s real in exchange for the comfort derived from sharing in our collective fantasies?
At what point will the wellspring within burst forth demanding our attention and requiring the cohesive and full functioning of all our specific capacities?

Awaiting Discovery Within

Make a mistake.
Go outside with your rake,
Take take take;
It’s time again to placate

Listen to the breeze and let yourself believe that the rustling leaves whisper to you. Allow yourself this one break.

Reason says otherwise, and I surmise that it’s choices which have me temporarily paralyzed. Forget to realize that the leaves aren’t alive?

Atop the fragments float, tethered to nothing – we drift further apart. Do you remember the start? Remember thinking I was so smart? All that’s left now are frozen embers some might call art.

Where does it all go And who really knows? Do the islands that time split apart ever mend back into a continent again?

If the answer is no, would it not be better to pretend?

Defend against the horizon for it brings darkness and takes away our days; Pretend with the sunrise that our spirits will be raised.

Deafen oneself from the beating drum from the ceaseless march of time. Better to say that we are fine than to waste anyone else’s time.

Striving to Ascend

Upwards we strive, sweeping blunders aside.

Inside hosts the rings that demarcate time.

Nothing but bands of lines.

Roots cling to the ground.

Anchoring the emerging sprouts until they can finally stand.

The moving winds serve a disruptor to nature’s plan.

Aspiring for ascension to the sky sustains the plant’s continual drive to climb.