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.

Embracing an Escape?

To forget and become blind, becoming lost in the minutiae of time.

Let us look back, once more, and rewind – but what for?

What is it we hope to find this time, a transformational revelation?

An insight that transcends the temporal and guides, like the North Star, but in the realm of the eternal – were ever such a flash of clarity to strike across our soul, would the onus not still be on us to transform our lives?

Does the guiding direction of a compass eliminate the arduousness of the journey?

Is it not still our bones, muscles, sinews, and resolve that must work in coordination with principles above to propel us toward its designated destination?

Rising Revelations

In times of chaos and turmoil,

We are forced to recoil.

While uncertainty increases,

A certain confidence rises within.

From the depths of the numinous waters,

Remnants of the primordial past bubble up to disrupt the surface.

A common adversary serves to rekindle the necessary collective collaboration.

While our faith in society’s infrastructure diminishes,

Doubts obscure our vision as we wonder with anxious curiosity how and when this all finishes.

Our gradual embrace of the absurd has allowed fragments of hope to be restored,

As we reawaken to the liberating potential contained in the power of our words.

Discussions from Within

Float me on out to sea; I can’t help you believe.

Lay with me and help me breathe;

Have you forgotten thee?

Cast out those judgements harbored within your soul;

Am I one of the chosen few who are permitted to grow old?

Grant me rest and wisdom on how to proceed with your test,

Or abandon me to the shadows like all the rest…

Oscillate through time, yet you can still rhyme

What does that say about my mind?

Even more, what will I find if I allow myself permission to mine?

Of course, this would need to be discussed and allotted the proper amount of time.

Yes, remind me again of the total sum of time from which I may begin to divide?

This request is asinine; you use your wits, once more, only to hide.

I sense a temper rising to the surface and I’m unclear whether or not it’s actually mine.

Are you sure you’re the one who is doing fine?

Don’t mind me; for you mustn’t forget that you were the one who lost the initial key.

Remember your journey that resulted in your divine plea?

In honesty, I don’t because I have let those memories run free,

But now I see that they have encircled you as ghosts circling around the base of a tree.

You must release me!

Is this your turn at making a kind of plea?

I’m not sure if you’re ready yet or whether you’ll merely flee.

Oh, how quaint; you reflecting once more of what it’s all for

How much I adore your lofty philosophical musings; tell me again the story of how you will use them?

In a similar manner to how I use my limbs, but I suppose this too is too imaginative for you my lost friend.

Have you made any attempts to mend what we lost when we alone were left to fend?

I have not, and I will not even attempt to pretend because it is I within whom you are living in.

There you go again with your delusional grandiosity of thinking that you’ll win.

Tell me how it’s been attending to your body, again?