I watch the water
beam from the sun
and that is what you call
making love
The Earth is the greatest poet I know.
I pluck at her expression
every so often
merely attempting
to translate her lyrics
into something,
just something
we can all feel and understand

I was pushed today,
farther than I have been in many years.
I felt no tears, nor fear. I was aware.

pressure within was building
and needed to get out.
though I knew I could control it.
I did, with a slight jab of the fist.
though I only hurt myself.
I realize there is still some anger to be dealt
with, I am a work in progress.

though this pressure also allowed me to
know, that I am my best bet. I am
the one capable of maintaining it,
this beast within.
I tell her what to do.
I push through.
I teach her how to act.

Its a delicate balance where I
have much room to develop,
what else are these days for?
what else could this time here be to show?
I've asked for my days, the why.

though I think its coming to me,
not in entirety though enough
to piece something up.
its these moments, these fluxes
of space.
its when I feel something and I wish
for another thing to take place.
its control of the fire I burn with.
I burn within, few seem to know.
fewer are burned by me.

I burn, into the night and well past the day.
I burn, the intensity always keeps pace
and there is a balance on most days.

though today, I did pretty well.
there was a moment when I turned my
head to the west,
I glanced and the sun captured me.
I was caught in its glare.
then I felt the peace again.
I knew what I had to do.
time to give birth again,
a new me awaits.

honestly I can be anyone,
I can morph into any frames
persona. I can become their reflection.
at almost any point in time,
my personal self can secede.
and it does so honorably.

I can sense definitions,
how you sense things. I do not claim
to know you. though your energy does
provide clues that make
reflecting you easy.
struggling only to see how you
see me.
here I tend to get confused.
loves lessons are truly full.

and its what water is to do.
there is no ridding of the reflection.
its meant to absorb the colors.
it will do. as intention is set,
the water moves south.
it will do as it is intended,
moving along down stream.

I wonder
What happens to the fire
When the water is gone.
Once it's heated it all,
As the liquid turns to vapor.
I wonder does that fire still burn.

Does it stay lit,
For the eternal ticks of US.
The repetitive movements
Of energy and such.
Once the water is lifted and
The steam takes off.
I wonder do water molecules survive.

Do they all give to the intense pressure
Of the fire.
Do some maintain?  
I envision it, how the light demands
The process. The water releases it's
Continual force. She relaxes into a state
Of mutation.
Her body reforms and her spirit flys.

I wonder how it will feel
To be released back down from the clouds.
Smack down upon the ground again,
Realizing at the same the moment has passed.
I fell again, I search for you then.
More of you to become one with,
WE merge, follow the streams, molding
Things, pushing through the world.
Waiting for the fire to come
And provide our rebirth.
It always comes.

the way in which your image
reflects,
itself upon the matter that makes stuff up.
the colors I see.
the texture my skin is
made to be touched by.

how your image is seen time again,
how I end up spending my days
watching your images.
all of them.
they all inspire my voyage.
my message.
each light beaming source.

I just want to touch it all.
ultimate desire is to merge.
as the moon approaches her turn,
I begin to feel quite fluid.

there are feelings inside...
I remember back then,
as a child, and even later.
I remember feeling so alone.

I felt like there was no one that knew me.
my one true friend was the only one
I felt had
begun to know.
my family though, felt strange and cold.
I didn't fit in. They call that the black sheep.
though I am a Pisces, so I know how
to mold.

though within, I felt a sadness.
a longing to live with a passion.
a driving goal.
I am accustomed to detachment,
to nourishing my own soul.
these things come easy.

I remember back then,
back in the days
before I heard the plant talk.
those days I would walk and talk
to myself for miles.
I would sing songs of steps,
count my steps. over and over again.

I still count a lot.

now I also see them.
I see my friends.
surrounding me.
they are still and peaceful
though they remind me that I am
not alone.

this path I proceed down,
this road I have found
is the one for me.
it naturally collides with all of you.
all of you, that I do meet.
each being, each moment of WE
I meet is meant just for me,
at that moment.

since the moment of this clarity
I have watched my loneliness disappear.
it was slow at first.
imagining my bonds must be on foot.
be the mobile type.
and those I hold tight as well.
I love my mobile friends.
though they move with the wind
and the plants are still there.
they share and share and continue to
teach me anew.
they challenge me how a friend should do.
they push me to grow.

they enlighten me.
they hold my hand. this path here is
a **** beast! they nourish me,
allow me to be.

energy flows through the leaves
and I see. so clearly, and I must now share.
the message is there. its in the trees.
the leaves, the way they make things.
we're the same magic as the moon!
soon we will feel more movement
we will notice just a bit different,
we will know we are One.

I get this,
I know this now.
now I reach my arms out to touch them,
to say hi.
to embrace the love that beats from their form.
it courses from their pores.
they feed us. I listen.
this is what nourishment is.

as I listen to you move around
I feel your intense measures
your perfect pleasures
the dark side too

and I watch you
skip from beat to beat
missing nothing. I dance with you slowly.