My pump

I told the story over and over again.
Round in circles from beginning to end.
Chasing its tail - so familiar
Until I saw it for what it was
Just a day at the park on the merry-go-round
I tried to touch smoke but it faded away
I looked in the mirror and my hair was turning gray
I let go and sang today
I hope my body lets go the same
I bet my heart a million dollars it would still pump

Thoughts.....let them go instead

The air is getting too big
I have no idea what I'm looking at out here
I'm lost and it feels good
This generations voice is babbling
Or just a river
Whats our name
Where do we belong
What do you call it
when we're falling off the milky way
Softly suspended
Nowhere here we are
Our family tree.

Forgiveness.....

I
forgive
you
for
not
being
where/what/who
I
thought
you
were
supposed
to
be.


I
forgive
myself
for
not
being
where/what/who
I
thought
I
was
supposed
to
be.


The World is forgiven.

We scratch our heads and smile.

An arrow so sharp
that it can pierce through any object.
Fly through walls.
Into the water without a splash.
A fire that is so hot
that it consumes all that is.
Unitively standing alone.
Its you and me!
Falling in the middle of
nowhere.
Lack of gravity.
We're not moving at all.
Lost in our own home.
Home is where the heart is.
We are the center
in relation to infinity.
Lack of time.
I can pretend to melt.
Or be stiff as a rock.
See sounds with my ears.
We scratch our heads.
Land on a soft pillow.
For another goodnight on repeat.

What doors?

What influence do they have over me? My doors are wide open. Any eye could see in. Some people don't give a damn while others do. I can see into peoples open doors. Some people don't care what they show while others hide. What deep dark secret am I afraid of letting you see? We're supposed to be ashamed of our nakedness. There are portals that are not acceptable. Your eyes are so important to me. Your acceptance means the world. Or am I self sufficient? Am I comfortable in my own skin? Unaffected by the comings and goings of your thoughts. Anchored to my own beingness.

Luckily your thoughts do not create me. They challenge and expand me.

Whilst sipping from a mug

Green tea. Its the new mix! Its put together with circles and squares. Its important that you see that and then let go of it. It needs to randomize again. What will this cup bring?It happens without you even having to ask the question. Its ghost sits on your mind. It stains the walls of your universe. But underneath is a breath of fresh air. Vital and renewed. Thick sludge stuck around your feet. Only days can dry and evaporate sludge into dust. A new breath given to a sneeze. Welcome to the edge of your seat. New life like you've never seen.

The window

Tilted window and light escapes.
It splashes on my face.
I stand outside.
One eye in the shadow.
I can see you
looking through this page at me.
My hand is up to halt you.
How far will you go?
Through the window
I can see into your house.
I've seen you chasing your tail.
Running up the stairs.
Locking your doors.
Keeping it all in.
Keeping it all out.
The attic has built up cobwebs.
Dancing away days in in fast forward.
My hand is up to halt you.
When will you stop?
Tonight you've stopped...
you're looking through the window...
you're looking at me.