We forget to breathe and thank God for that freedom of ...
Feelinglessness.

And yet the being (which is).
Is also you, and not.
The breath is yet to be, yet also not be.

What is freedom?

Catch me like the flickering waves
Melding seamlessly into the horizontal sea
Where your memories stare back at you and
Your unconscious eyes of being seek to be

Catch me, my newfound find nearby
For I seek to live flyingly here in your eyes
For just a moment in being this order to free
And in your sight to see

Because the words are my why
Just as these mine are me
Sometimes I write and describe
Just to see if you will read

Opinions are like grains of sand
they're going to exist
regardless of if you're at the beach or not

Unfeeling is no cloud above
Though ground unwilling to hold you fast
Like stars and fires and ocean sands
We turn and burn and age unto ash

Huemen

saying I have been through a lot
is like saying my lungs have been through oceans of air

yet

Being . Is . Fair

The willow strands fall gently down
And sway in unseen breezes felt
Such humming souls among the bees
In awe like stars, awash like waves
And beneath like clouded warmth about
They breathe their breath both in and out
The cooling trusting reflective earth
Which grows and grows beneath the feet
Around such mortal feelings felt
An embrace as such is heavens grace
I wish I want when we're without