Muted warning
red-line horizon
submarine morning
a full moon wanes
by nature, earthbound
yet of the heavens
meant to transform

those seeking sky
forget the ocean
how stars appear
upon reflection
celestially untethered
navigating the wild
uncharted reach

I run into the melody.

the crimson sounds hug me.

i ever struck a still place.

it was a singing rose.

The smell is in the air,
how everyday odors have become
suddenly
more pungent than they were before.
I recognize this.

Time is warped,
it slows to a crawl in front of me.
The birds stop in mid-flight
their songs hung in the sky
from little strings
in the heavens.
Things move so slowly
but all too fast
at the same time.

I am simultaneously inspired
and uninspired
in the same breath,
energetic and lethargic
in the same motion,
thoughtful and dull
in the same sentence.

The routine kills, it's time to
shake things up a bit,
time to change the layout,
change the scenery,
change the mind,
change the self.
It's time to learn as much
as possible
and forget everything I've
ever known.
It's time for a change.

to ride the wave
wash up
on some distant shore.

to crawl when you can no longer walk.

silence waits quiet as a nun with bowed head at prayer.

enter the present moment fully
where no want is felt
only the Ocean moans.

that long ago home
deep and gone from mind.

here on this shore
a resting place
a temporary thought.

may someday a hand touch you
like a warm summer's breeze and
break you down and turn the whole world around
and create dreams in things real and real of dreams
may a day come real envisioned
like the river flows surreal
make you rethink your place  in this atmosphere
may one day be a flow
a flower gracefully
proud as the sun
greets your eye awaking
make you and I bow
down to this overtaking
rush of love her energy
feel new cleansed absolved
no history now no
worry
and when it passes
when that hope eclipses humanity
I am going to be there
shining