We all
Sure have a lot of opinions
About stuff we don’t know
Anything about.
We all
Sure have a lot of opinions
About stuff we don’t know
Anything about.
Periodically I get trapped inside
My mind.
My body knows it should
Stand up,
Should move.
My eyes try to look
Out the window.
I want to go outside and inhale life and
Lay in the sun
But
Then the thought of it all;
Moving myself,
Makes me cry.
Exhausts me.
And all goes silent
In my head.
The connection is lost
And every thought becomes
Slow motion
Until I remain
Motionless
And call it a draw.
My step brother came for a short visit one summer.
There was a 12 year age gap between us.
(I thought he was so cool in his soft top jeep.)
Anyway, that summer I was 10.
We were in the backyard having lunch while sitting at the big red picnic table my dad built
When we heard a very strange, loud crash.
We ran out of the yard and looked in the direction of the noise to see black smoke rising high.
My brother ran inside and grabbed his camera.
Off we went to investigate.
Even though it was just the next street over the fire engines and ambulance were already there.
A small plane had crashed into the corner of an apartment.
I remember the smell of burning flesh and against my brothers adamant pleas to go away,
I stayed watching as they put a burnt body in a body bag
and carried it away.
I think there was only one body.
The wise old owl
Sits upon the branch
And turns his head to look at me
As I approach.
In the moment we lock eyes
I am aware of more than
Can be put into words;
There in my heart and mind.
We are all of time in
Physical form,
Blood and bones.
And the wise owl knows this
As he says everything to me
Though he does not speak.
I must
Choose to live
A fantastic life
Before
The choice
Is
Taken away from me.
We are not broken.
We are merely in
Constant flux within the
State
Of
Being human.
You bring oxygen to my
Embers.
Eagerly, effortlessly.
Your lips,
The flames now seeking.
Meeting. Feeling.
Burning all of what was.
We are the core of
The fire itself.
Our walls of consciousness tumbling,
Crumbling.
Creating an intensity inconceivable.
Lifeforce pulsing in every cell.
A harmony unique is felt as heart, mind and soul
Meld;
Resonating through water, earth and air.
In our embrace chaos is quelled.
Our eyes meet
Across time
And visions.
Curiosity.
We move in closer
Drawn to the warmth
Within us two.
Colliding.
We are fire and rain,
Pleasure and pain.
The essence of
Beginning and ending
Wrapped in skin.
Receptors on high
Opening,
Opening and receiving
Energy.
Lightening and electric
Absorbed and shared
Now
Pulsing through our veins.
And all this meets at once,
A precise moment
Rippling through all that ever was.
Awaken.
You
(Us)
Fighting the river.
Cursing the canyon walls.
Concussed and disoriented.
Hands bloody and scratched trying to
Climb your (our) way out
When all you (we) need to do
Is let this wild river
Carry you (us) through
To the ocean
While you (we)
Enjoy the view.