I want to be lost
in the overwhelming
& invigorating truth
that my life has been
and is extremely so,
in that moment,
bountiful.
Lost is wrong,
I meant consumed.
Those feel like opposites.
Maybe I did, after all,
mean lost...
I want to be lost in it,
meaning that my next move
takes me not to familiar ground,
but to unturned stones
and verdant paths.
I want to be lost
in the certainty that God
has planned my next step --
not planned, but intended
and secured it...
mistake-less.
I want to walk out my door
and when I jump
I want the wind
to carry me to places --
nooks and horizons between
where I've never been
and what I could
only ever imagine.
I just want to be
certain in that my
untouched experiences bloom
and that I loose my way
enough to uncover
truth --
and at that reality --
and maybe some dreams
as well.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
there's a song singing
in the trees
a worry
growing in the shadow.
they can feel it,
the trees,
they know.
know not what's
to come, but what's
been become.
it's becoming
right now
as our eyes blink
in doubt, in ignorance.
they blink,
not faster,
but more often than not.
setting aside
increments of
lost time.
there's nowhere
to run, except
through time that's
already been happened.
what's done is done.
tears fall beneath
heads on pillows that
know not why they cry.
loneliness is suffocating,
don't you know?
you're not alone
while you're with only you.
truth cuts, but a
wound relieves
pressure.
roots of the trees
tunnel a base of
security for the trunk...
while we expect
verdance upon
concrete...
growth upon faltering grounds.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
to breathe without pausing
to breathe in the air with
time to spare
time to fly
time to move
while breathing
not stopping
but pursuing
dreams
pursuing
a life
beyond gravity
beyond here
beyond now.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC