Pixies, dancing on the fence.
Beings with heads of asses lacking substance,
All falling for the rues of convenience.
The water ways wane for lack of good sense.
Wisemen, starving for purpose and heat.
while the shadowed elite train each to reach for nonsense.
The hidden one carving out the high route to take,
spinning around each current she is willing to break.
Nothing in this reality adds up to me.
My hands are in my pockets. Walking.
Observing. Mouth-closed. No Talking.
I’m wandering the lands above and below me.
Maybe I was just late to this whole mess.
Maybe I’m just here to do my best.
Doing what I was told while waiting, for a real thing.
You said I’d know it when it found me.
So here I am eyes on the sunrise wondering.
Will today be the day I see my destiny approaching?
Started getting lonely along the journey,
and this alone got me speaking my piece.
Conversations circulated within me, talking to myself silently,
because, who else could say all the right things?
Then, suddenly my surroundings come alive,
inside and out of me, to be my company.
Imagine, eternity listening, becoming the one to conversate within each of us.
Tell me little bird, what be your grievances?
Down go my defenses. I’m compelled to confess everything.
I am and have been surrounded by fake shit, skin-deep interactions;
I’m operating at a fraction and becoming the problem by proxy.
I don’t see myself fitting into any space offering,
let alone mingling, it used to be so easy.
I can’t put my finger on the point I stopped fitting in,
with walking billboards advertising their preferred poisons.
Politics. Power struggles. Religion. Teams. Talking points,
Little cogs exuding false dreams and decrepit loyalties.
I want none of it. So I return to my heritage.
Storytelling to anything hungry, like me,
for a better chain of events, for better interactions.
Cheers to that shit… as you can see, the stadium is empty.
Tears in my eyes cause all I want, is a good friend—
some good times, good food, and a little herbal medicine and some good vine.
Dancing over the field of daisies that made me, mine.
Fantasizing over good conversation about everything under the moonlight.
Something in my soul ignites. I will have these.
I will climb the ladder internally and storm the heavens above me…
I will tear away the sky and scream into the space above me.
Asking more loudly than I ever dared to dream.
I will come apart at the seams and pour out of me.
Over the scene and decree a new reality. I can fly here.
I can be anything I need here. I have no fear here.
You are free to be here. We. Have a galaxy for our exploring,
and it all starts internally. Cultivating the REAL me…
Who am I? Why am I here? How can I do what I love best?
How do I Shed light on this mess? It starts in me…
… By dusting off the mechanisms that compose me toward movement.
Remembering the things that made me adventurous,
Anything playful, whatever kept me laughing.
Filling me with alchemical remedies daring me to dream;
To weave and become more of everything.
Allowing life to fill and move me as it pleases.
It sees me when I can’t. It takes me when I won’t.
It makes me who I don’t know I can be.
This is the GOD that moves me.
It’s living. It’s everything.
It’s alive inside of everything. Just being. Amazing.
Who am I? Who are you? Who are we?
What cosmic symphony are we a part of?
What organ does our home create in this heavenly body?
How do I participate in raising the vibration into enlightened harmony?
Consider me a cosmic baby open to learning this tune.
I’m an instrument in the hand of eternity just waiting to be tuned,
and I know IT has secrets it’s kept for my chapter in Its’ story.
Why wouldn’t I want to show up at my best to this casting event?
In an elevated state of waiting. This is where you’ll find me.