"Make tea not war"

"A fish can climb a tree with help"

"I flow in place of I know"

"Confidence without conclusions"

I can’t change the water, I can only change the filter

"Zen me in"

"Restate to change fate"

"Mirror to master"

"Positive problem solving strategies"

"Yesterday is history
tomorrow is a mystery
today is a gift that’s why it’s called a present"

"Food.fuel.fluids"

"Expose in place of educate"

"It takes two to tango"

"Express in place of getting an expresso"

"Early bird gets the worm"

"Enough is as good as a feast"

"Patient with no preference"

How to stay consistent
is like asking how you keep
swinging on a swing

"Give up the ghost"

"Slow like smooth jazz"

"Honesty is the policy"

That critic is called...

"Negative Nancy"

"We can all sit down at one table and order different dishes"

I’m in fact a black and white dancer
A happy see you later

The wave that waves back

My heart is what tampers my parts

How can it be?
A thousand words from the earth
under me.

I sprouted from an apple tree.

I've been growing,

flowing with the wind.

Silly me who thinks about the humanity
while I have plans to be

I'll sit under the apple tree
but I won't leave.

This giving tree
sells me apples for free.

My generosity has me smiling at ease
so please Mr. apple tree,
I'd like to grow with they

Apples don't fall far from the trees.
I love the green inside of me,

I take pride while I'm on this ride.

Why?

...because my hands are up to the sun and sky!

Lay with me where it's safe to be.

My mind shapes
the reality
my hands can’t create
and my patience
is the underlying
sensation.

The light seems
like the sky beams brightly
from the top of the tree.

He stays to be
so he stays with the bees.

Dear Mother,

Mother Earth grounds you beneath the dirt to blossom your worth
These words are what reaches you first.
To honor your making.
In your presence that is laying.
On your lap I am praying
Through the words I am saying...

I love you.

- Gavin

A wild surprise
that reaches the eye
of the curious alive.
To the concept I provide,
from the source that aligns.

The premise of this is to gather all the categories,
to tell a structured story.

Riding high,
the tides low.

I took out the "war"
to leave space for more.

A forever flow
with every word phrase I choose.

The amount of grace gives a taste of a purple flavor
that your taste buds stay for.

Tasty like the great divine.
Diving in the sea of vibes,
so I ride the waves of wine.
So, you can say I stay low
to let the waves go.

I am safe to just survive
but I feel more than alive.
To strive to spread the words
is how I spread light on Earth.

With the will I hold inside
brings a smile upon my eyes
making my ears want to cry
and my being want to fly.

I hum the mantra
to breathe the "prana"
from the depths that
left my lungs
to hum this song.

A mass completion
of mass deletion.

A will that gives me the strength to build.

A humble bumble bee
that doesn't sting.
He'd rather sing.

Beating through the breathing tube.
...to listen for
that spoken clue.

The passion throughout the pen
keeps flowing like there's never an end.

The words slide off the utensil,
I use a pencil.