All roads lead back to the seeds I’ve been planting
Taking life in waves. Grooves soothe the wounds.
Dance moves keep my feet light. Always some new insight.
Don’t get mad, get right. Get high. Climb the tree, don’t crumble,
Let the scene choosing chaos inside me be released. Tranquility.
No descent accepted we’ve been where we’ve been…
Now what can we do with it? Leaving blossoms in our wake.
Eating only the fruit we make, grateful for the company
might otherwise be a lonely journey, no taste for anything faking it.
And I won’t go hungry any longer, I feast until my creativity is bursting
at the seems, no room for taking in anything outside of what’s coming to me.
Been pretty much all-natural this season, what a godsend,
a steady diet of whatever comes to lighten and develop me.
Only marinating in seasonings that bring out the best flavors.
Further comprehension of the experiences given to me.
Firm roots bind me to the truth in my keep. No need to be, anything but flowing.
It’s precious cargo I’m carrying. Every cell given to me for tending.
No need to be angry, though, I can be, and I’ll find every reason…
See the carnage in everything, a boulder up the mountain.
Heavy baggage shading everything… Revenge, greed, envy, hatred…
are a funny thing, different heads, same beast, the extremes, ending in the doorway of death.
No one ever seems to win. So I win by letting each go to the wind.
Releasing them and retraining the strain threatening to crack my view of things.
One… no big deal right? Until it gets out of hand…
Rather house what polishes my furnishings.
Houseguests of the best kind. Uplifting until I’m flying,
and rising with each, laughing and dancing,
through interactions, satisfied never left hungry.
I want for nothing because each heart tug comes true.
When I leave Life in charge, the wonder never stops unfolding…
Inside out, cured of all doubt, view renewed, out of the blue,
all deepest desires at their root, come to fruition.
Dancing between oblivion and bliss I walk this tightrope to exist,
afraid to fall for forgotten wings, until, there seems to be nothing ahead or behind,
won’t turn back now, I won’t go out where I came in,
I see it but I reach for the outcome behind the door