Coffee Thoughts: At Dawn, We Ponder Before Wandering/Diving Into the Deep

Leave a light on. No. Go.
Not gone, only waiting, won’t beg.
But knocking softly for entry.
Until contents aren’t so busy
chasing envy into vanities.
And all other insanities like being angry
after building on foundations of a bunch of little nothings
until they became something you might have acknowledged
Reduced, plucked, and released from the beginning.
A garden needs tending, for what it’s worth, in any case.
And sow better seeds through higher fruits reached.
Until each can receive all that is true, and lovely,
Offering what each they want to see, until life shifts to mirror its way.
The bigger the swing the harder the fall until success is landed.
In the eye of the beholder lies the key,
how be it any different for the one-eyed clan?
It isn’t different all a matter of perspective, attitude, and belief
each in measured step with what each is housing.

Only the tongue can spin webs of deceit or blessing. Two ends of a circular spectrum. Sparks fly to begin again. In its public eye. A portal to the masses. Recycling energy above and beneath. Smoking it out from the insides. Scare tactics shared between hidden hands, agendas, and silly plans, passed down, and down, and down, each generation of the unwitting clowns. Entertainment to the cosmic energies running ever green. Never dying, every alive, seven streams of living water eagerly awaiting each to tap in and drink free. An outpouring, unleashed by the little rogues ready to burn things, and in their experience, the fire of love runs the hottest. Instant chemistry with all the living until contact leads to shining and heightening, senses rising from sleep.

Renewed cells of energy spreading in waves. Producing the creativity needed to cure all cravings in each cell becoming brand new, the you from the blueprint. Fueling, the wind beneath wings forgotten in the sands of time. Unleashed to become. The shifting tides lift all boats.

… and on that note *sips coffee loudly* I hope anyone reading this has a perfectly fine day full of internal magic that externalizes to surprise you often enough, that you fall asleep excited for what each new tomorrow might bring.