I’m trying, I’m spreading these things.
I’m jumping and trusting these wings.
Whispering; Don’t judge please,
I’m only sowing the seeds Life’s given me…
following the deeds they’ve been breeding
these tests have driven me to the depths and brinks.
Experience keeps telling me it makes the most potent of seasonings.
Got common sense breathing down my neck
while I put my final strands of fear in check.
As far as Time can reach there’s nothing a little pain and inversion can’t teach.
The spaces between the best seasons have a way of humbling a being into doing great things,
heights to be seen through to each new version of YOU.
Naked, a heroes journey
A desert and the time spent walking unseen,
tossing rocks over oceans taking stock of the company keeping them.
The bravest of the waves reach, licking at their tired feet.
Skipping stones over the spaces between
reflecting, projecting, protecting, neglecting the unseen.
Please free me from the places I’ve been.
Don’t want to get lost in the kernels
shuffled in with the endless sands.
Little grains making pointless sounds.
Riddle me in blueprints, make me a mint.
Dig plans deep, buried, they sink in their teeth.
Remember, tend to the roots, then shoot for the sun,
When I’m grounded to wellbeing I’ve found surroundings to be nurturing…
In spite of the noisiest things.
Life is always offering reasons to dance and reasons to run,
seasons for rest and fun.
For now, I’m waiting out this ferocious one.
Hoping for better weather while set on NOT spoiling the inevitable outcomes
These are a few methods that lead me to the best of yieldings.
Step after step. My strides… Are they slacking?
Or has my sustenance simply been lacking?
Or is that my ego backing and really…
it’s me and my substance that’s not fully tracking?
I’m racking these memories, these histories for something
wondering has my heart deceived me…?
Did my eyes supersize these facts into lies…
Am I devising my demise?
Am I trying it on for size through inaction?
After a million tries, at what point is it nothing but faking?
Did I miss my mark and so destiny overlooked me?
Did I grow cold and pluck warmth until it fled from me?
Did I starve joy until bitterness bled from me?
did my current state make it easy for Purpose to mistake me?
Did the author create me to be someone not taken seriously?
What makes this time around so potent to me?
Who am I to be laughing?
Why not me? Why am I resisting?
Who am I? What does that even mean?
Why… so serious little me?
To the mats, to the mats, this is getting combative!
It’s time for a wrestling,
Another lifelong reckoning
expectation rising to task me…
Break off the gloves, I’m ready!
can’t phase me… never again.
So am I the main event?
A character with a life well spent?
A rebel with a cause unbent?
Am I a remnant, or another sleepy-eyed joe blow?
Another character sent to demonstrate
a benevolent well-to-doer destined to be fake?
Nothing more than another human living like manure
While pretending my shit doesn’t stink?
I know one thing, I don’t want to sink…
Now I need to know so I’m asking…
Am I the kind of character that comes to a fork in the road,
only to choose to put to use my pursuits on the wrong course?
Do I live my life mostly right, only to make a fatal mistake and get away with it…
only to learn to take it too lightly one too many times?
What character will I be later on? Do I choose it?
Does it choose me? Is it free will, or destiny?
What side of me will I see the mountain from?
Will it be above my head, or below my feet?
A safe retreat, a quiet place within me?
So many things… so many seeds,
and so many soils to spread them on.
I’ve planted my feet, I’m asking…
Please water me…
Now, I will wait and see
what answers sprout over my journey.