who are you?
but a boy grown tall.
who are you?
that can love us all.
who are you?
but a tree that speaks.
who are you?
that offers wise techniques.
who are you?
but a spirit come to life.
who are you?
that senses all world strife.
who are you?
but a small kind word.
who are you?
that stirs the heard.
who are you?
but my dear friend.
who are you?
whose life I must commend.

My soul is a sword.
This life is my fire.
My choices are the hammer.
I will cut through the veil,
I will reveal the truth.

it is a beautiful day.
the Sky is the  color of
***** ice.
reminds me of chicago.
this makes me think of Dad.
if today makes me think of Dad,
than it is a beautiful day.
thank you day,
for sharing LOVE.

Water.
cleanse my emotions.
take them.
washhh them away.
let me breathe in the air of reason.
breathe in the calmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
release! the toxins.
Earth.
recycle me.
help me to be useful to someone else.
Air.
I take a breath in your honor.
hold it innn.
reach! for the sky.
release slowly.
while i slowly touch Earth.
thank you movement.
you are now...
my Fire.

When we have fear in our hearts, apathy is the compass.
The distance traveled is our pain.
When we have faith in our hearts, love is the compass.
The distance traveled is our joy.
Mind follows  heart,
painting pictures of the scenery.

When a flower wilts, does it feel pain?
When the Queen bee dies do her workers grieve?
When a tree loses a limb, does it feel sad for its loss?
When the rain drowns the ants does it feel ashamed?
Do the salmon hate the bear?
If all these answers are not so,
and all these things are made up of the same things I am,
then why must I feel these things?

Most cringe at the fringes of reality, mind-splitting dualities

tear apart what's known, but its a start to grow, a seeker, a

keeper of secrets you have grown to be, yearning to be free by

learning what has to be, but you dare not to care, to show the

divine glow, hiding by gliding behind the shadows, and now

twisted wits slit your mental capacity fastening locks that

casually create apathy, now callously you afflict, lifting veils

that trick, gifting secrets by sifting through weakness,

designating your self a genius, resignating your true gist with

lists of accomplishments that compliment your ego, letting go of

your whole creating a hole that needlessly creates your

deviousness of pure meanness that's created quite an inconvenience

to a once great friendship.