The tree is a greater artist
Than any man or woman.
Could ever hope to be,
For whereas we sit and strain
Over our words and phrases,
Shaping and revising,
Writing and rewriting,
Ever conscious and ever
Apprehensive of the affects
Which they may bestow
Upon our readers, and
What they mean to us;
The tree simply exists, and
Without judgment, effort
Intention, or pretension
It creates countless patterns of
Incomparable beauty
With the veins of its leaves  and
The grains of its wood that
Even a Shakespeare or Goethe
Could only ever attempt
To describe, however
Brilliantly they may have,
In their tomes.

It's soooo attractive when you ***** and complain
You talk so much but never make a change
Same old **** on a different day
I think that Eeyore might be your name

How bout you just stand up and fight
This isn't about what's wrong or right

You gotta ****** hand delt, maybe so
But you won't get gains till you tell yourself to grow

What a vast limitless universe we live in

It is daunting when you realize the likely miniscule effect that one individual will have on our planet's societies alone

You can do so very little

So the worst mistake

Is to do nothing

The truth is I don't know where I stand
On the most important issue that has always puzzled man

So many different people claim to hold the keys and the solution
Those raised up with one belief never search for their own conclusions

They experience encounters that they claim are more than mental
But fail to realize the Bible is as inconsistent as my academic schedule

Those from different religions are ****** to burn in hell
Yet their religion is as real to them as yours is to yourself

Where you focus faith and energy in puts you on a path
A lifestyle and way of thinking that could be good or could be bad

The mind is very powerful; it can bring peace or strife
Religion has caused mass pain and death but also joy and life

But why must we trust in a force that's clearly nowhere near?
If God is love and has plan then why is he not here?

He created us to know him so why can't we clearly see his will and plan?
We refer to God as he so maybe he's just a man

I'm not saying your religion for a fact can not be real
But use your brain to access logic and don't be such a schill

Thoughts of the future are like hammers banging the anxiety gong of my mind

It rings through me and its vibrations send worries about the unknown and guilt about things I have already done or have no control over

The good news is that there is a way to quiet this gong

As I aimlessly wander and sit in nature, I initially feel guilt because I have left the cult of "doers"

I am doing absolutely NOTHING

And to the vigilant capitalistic robots of this society, ceasing to "do" is the greatest sin of all

The hardest part of the battle is to defeat this conditioning

To rise above this guilt and simply be with myself, is a great victory indeed

Time slows as thoughts of the future are no longer weighing down the present moment

The residual hangover that is the result of a lifetime of drinking the poison of worry, still lies with me, but everything no doubt seems to take a turn toward... Not perfection.. Not even always happiness.. But certainly peace.