The spirits of heaven and earth.

I look down...
You, fly!
Unknown to disgust
Revelling in the solidity of your warm ambition
"You, fly!
Know the Earth and its bounty."

I look up with darkness all round
Glee in the beauty of a falling star
But wait!
"You, fly!
And your jest of chemical fire."
Have taught me a lesson
Of far thought beauties within grasp

Scholar of sustenance and Archetypal will-o-wisp
"Thank you.
You, flies!"
For showing me
All that I can be
And all there is to see

Here I sit...
Stuck in self
Life presents roads and thought follows
Yet no choice is made.
Inanimate until that day...
When waiting reveals to be a choice
That day control seems frail.

A choice is a cycle of endless dispute
Like a wound left to fester,
Time adds difficulty of treatment
And the body suffers.

Like pitting scales balanced
By the weights of desires and information.
Days add to the weight of the hanging poles.

A choices is made
By asurity in momentary self,
But as motions shift
The wound is reopened,
The scale is rebalanced,
Under new desires.
Here I sit...

The eyes look, but I see
The skin touches, but I feel
The nose sniffs, but I smell
The ears listen, but I hear
The tongue licks, but I taste.

So observation proves another.
A silent partner,
Silent until prompted
Waiting... and acting
When conscious eyes of experience aren't there to catelog being.
When all seems to flow naturally
I am not there to reflect
And no memory of my own can reveal
My lucidity.
An acting unconsciousness leaves awareness wanting.

Flip flap
Flutter flew
Butterfly breeze
Coming through

Soft shimmer
Shining sun
Canopy crayons
Colouring fun

The joy of all
Becoming one