I am rebirthed
in the sanctity of spirit
in rivers flowing
through my very being

channels clear
with an oomph!
whenever will works
worlds quake
in the wake of waves

erupting


spilling over

geysers plummeting
cascading a flood of 

ae (the) r



condensed in my crystal moon
emanating holographic light
that purifies the mind
and reignites

the flame of heart



clarity in microcosmic synergy
which permeates infinity
through fractalescent pockets
spiraling intricately 

into oblivion



from heaven’s highest branches
to the densities of roots
beneath the light of life



the world tree holds cosmos
identical to energetic outlets
effusing spiritual light
within our very vessels



we are 
mirror images
forever 

holding hope 

in our depths



an ever expanding accordion 

of intimate individuation
in unfolding fragments

forming frameworks for fate



so severnot the swell

plummet me, nought,
unto hell

nay, away into my shell



herein I reside
evermore, but never;

bide I, aligned

parallel or right inside
the flow of home
bestowed in mine
dissolved

and unconfined

even in the midst
of loneliness

and death
I feel not
bereft



I know
my nature beckons
in the reckoning of heaven
within, without, about
the energy of everything
reiterated in me

colors bleed in memories
like submerging my mind underwater
swimming in an ocean of tears

is it haze
or does the light not reach
this deep?

Sharp memories
pierce the mind
sunlight pierced a cloudy sky
the wind blowing swiftly through my free flowing hair
it would be a lie to say i lived without a care
but you were there
and I was happy

we’d walk
no day too hot or cold
just to breathe in everything
we’d become accustomed to the company
of one another’s languish

though, stuffy it could get
within the confines of each other’s
hot heads
full of pressure

venting fumes into the atmosphere
surrounding our bodies
pressed tightly to each other
almost fusing

now, liquid pale reflections
in a bucket full of silver
when the spirit slips
a viscous wisp

into, white blue
pools of you
i trip and wobble
surface tension breaks

i dissolve
in reminiscence
sunfire reverie
cautiously swallowing smoke
i hold my breath

and seek to saturate my blood
with the fading echoes
of an ancient, timeless reunion
thereupon the rolling ghost

in silent semblance, reflection;
an interpretive dance
of two flames flickering
in tandem



to imitate the birth of the universe
the swallowing of nebulae in
whirling, cataclysmic implosion
we’d inhale the gasping sigh of spirit

how fragrant, once, was emptiness
now I see the difference

Unleashing arrows of light
which scorch the sky
encroaching on the domain
of ancient anchors

Boring
through deep, unspeaking shrouds

as the orbs of everlasting force
should only sing through resonances
abounding when tangible things
dissolve in their fall from grace
alongside the eyes of earth

As if by rods of Zeus,
I am struck with white noise
meteoric light ruptures the heavens
rejecting the frailty of corporeal existence,

as the mind’s eye is forced open

my ears explode with ringing
the song of heaven vibrating my teeth


“Pay attention! Wake up! It’s not too late!”
The voice of ages calls through all eternity
to excite the soul which rests
in the groove of the heart

Spirits sing

always they are singing

their voices synchronize 
in chain reactions
causing reality to unfurl



Each star, a node
the strings of heaven shake
in holy harmony
spectrum-slipping into ripples
inconceivably infinite iterations of existence
unveiling vortexes of vectors
Tangents, tangling Totality in tantric tandem
until ubiquitous uniformity upheaves

the insidious illusions of individuality


So melt, dissolve, unwind, and un-become
again with the slipping, weaving, winding
blinding light of time unbinding from the mind,
til we exist in emptiness and find
that all along, we’ve intertwined ourselves
with what is else, a wealth of living
in delivering the realm
of dreams and streams of being gleaming
in the crux of everything
and nothing
there is opening
the apertures, the rapt and ruptured slipping
rippling
dripping starlight
fissures

Where beings bleed 
through overstretched dimensions
only held to wells of willowing intentions

a blip, a blast of consciousness
morphs into the pupil
of the master: World-Weaving-Thing
that observes the observer observing

eye am not eye am what I am eye am I?

sublime sub-liminality
entrenched in where, whence present
becomes presence without essence;
coalescence regresses
into evanescence
as
returned
is me to thee to We

Then

-Not-

In ev’ry sprawling scene, thine eyes intake,

by boundless beauty of the world, sustained

to drink of Mother Nature’s purest make

and thus inspire the mind to live again!


As is our destiny in manifest

to life belied by souls’ unending glut

to nature’s grand expanse, therefore invest

or from our very essence we’ll be cut.



By songs beget and poetry, returned

to beautify the world we’ve come to claim;

yet, ever in our conquest has it burned

til nought but ashen sorrow doth remain.



Lest human nature end humanity

for all and nature’s sake, let nature be!

i’ve been listening to the playlist I made for you
back in days of bliss, when everything felt new
and when it came the time to bid adieu
i didn’t want to

but the sun went down over pompeii
and One Million Lovers came to fade away
and I Wish I Knew You back in better days
when things weren’t strange
and life was a bit less gray

but Amber, I can hear the sound
of corvids cawing when you’re around
and they’re still singing that ominous sound
even to this day



my heart is swelling with dismay

I wish for Lotus Flowers
on The Altar
so when Seasons Change

I can waste away
without (Waiting On You)



i Wish You Were Here
but Look At Where We Are
so far from Yesterday



so Honey, if You Are The Right One
Give it to Me straight

was I too late
or were we meant to break
The Distance between fate


my Bloodfloods with Multi Love

in this Mad World

our hearts beating in rhythmic synergy
as I inhale, and out you breathe



but the sun’s still shining now that you’re gone
and though I can’t say I’ve moved on

whether or not you’re my Alter Ego

i’m Ready To Let Go

I am the air
i can fit anywhere
without ever taking
the shape of a container

i am nebulous
amorphous
orphic
shifting in duality
precipitating energy
while still remaining
empty

i glide inside
the captivating
pull of worlds rotating

still enamored by the moon
emanating atmospheric sphere's
within the room

Sun and moon in me

river of light and ocean of emotion
always spilling over pulchritudinous petals
of the unfurling lotus of energy

til comes the withering of flowers
when love ceases to flow
inertia, become inert
dormant in my hurt
i shrivel
so

now in night, when i sleep,
the mind unwinds there in the deep
my hidden, hollow heart it keeps

a home, alone, within me
aching emptily
in nightmarish symmetry
i view myself, unruly

but I know I am alone
to undertake the healing
of the heart I call my home
to fill me up again

so in the light of day I rise
open my mind
and beckon starlight

to shine a beacon through me
connecting everything to nothing
Earthbound energy in true reunion
with the cosmic overflow

Balancing duality of being
love of light, and darkest night
in honoring and seeing
my virtues and my plight
my stardust, gleaming

Alchemizing mind, body and soul;

effervescence, as the salt of the earth
dissolves in the endless ocean
restoring emotion
allowing tears to flow freely
once again

i hear the call of crows and smile
always they are synchronized with my thoughts
always gently prodding at the shell of my greater awareness
the barrier of contemplation and understanding,
that keeps me ******* thin
from letting the world in

and the sable feathered angels
speak in rhythmic humming
saying, in some way

"look here!
listen! hark!
the chiming bells ring!
the song of heaven sings,
it floats in
upon the wind!

feel it cascading
over you.
feel the alignment
of the microcosm
you call home.

a chain reaction,
engulfing you
in waves
of connectivity.

let these
paper thin membranes
dissolve.

you have already
permeated the skin;
to light
you are transparent."

i'm always seeing hearts in my coffee cup
the moon, a brain, jupiter in the days of the great conjunction
my lapis always seems to disappear,
slipping through the veil, into different worlds
i wonder, if i ever find those pieces
what energy they will carry through to me

it must be marvelous

in the past, some days
i'd wake up in another world
deja vu
much the same
but shifted
mirrored
a tad bit left
playing tricks on my eyes
rewriting memories
but never quite
fooling the soul

a universe within a universe
within a universe within a molecule
within that shard of glass
from the cup you dropped on the ground

and oh well
you'd be better off just pitching it
it's not as if your infinite
strings of copies will feel
the ripple effect of the impact
in a place where gravity is so alien

and anyway it's happening
]]]]]accordion[[[[[
over endless mirrors
squashed together

time is a fickle thing
and in your soulful wandering
you might find information
is condensed in endless
p
r
  i
   s

t
inemoments

shrunk or stretched over
myriad material multitudes
in densities you slip through
never keeping track of what is processed
or abandoned in the phantom pools
of time's slipstreams

in this part of the poem,
i am imbuing words
with the power
of peace and love

if you're able,
drink that in with your eyes
there's an infinite supply

if you've ever decided you didn't need shoes
and stepped into the grass
congratulations! you are now cuddling with
an ancient goddess

try making yourself heavy
to ease into the energy of gravity
and if you're ready
you might bleed into her bounty

then, deep breath!
shake it out
do that thing where
you make your cheeks wobble
it's like pbbldd

that should wake you up
prime your mind for inhaling nature's
peace and loving kindness

you can talk to trees
by humming
in the heart
and pushing that fibrous
energy out the throat chakra

they will reciprocate
by helping you to slow down
and show you how gradually life grows
it's quite relaxing

every different spot along the spine
corresponds to a different singing sigh
a high pitch, for the head, and eye
and a low flowing moan
for the roots
we know as home

hum the spectrum
and let yourself feel silly
spirit willing
that laughter
will heal your heart

...i love you

Balanced am I upon a mountaintop
one leg cocked skyward

poised thru tethering to the gravity
of constellations woven into fate
mine energies cohabitate

Whilst glued to grinding
neath the bound surrounding
free to nearly being in conspiring
with the flow of time inside
my flailing soul
whose spiritual coalescence

belies mine essence,

blind
in the rivers
of ether
deliriously breaking
into tangents, ripple-spake
by words of power

circumstantially; expanse
condensed in resplendence;
by the intraterrestrial churn
erupted in lattice breath

whose breadth breaks,
ne’er brakes, a hatch-ed egg
this intimate visceral expositional
relay race, disgraced
in commercial 
pragmatic proximity


We
whose manifest, relegated,
dissipates our freedom

unto they who
reel in the dark
alert and ever dredged in
drudgery; disseminated
unto Us who are
fettered to leaving

There
shall, then, it coagulate

beyond bright shining Sunlight
molding in the wrought expanse

of pools running deep into streams
of eye-lit closure intermingling
in the universal anima, where light refracts
to form a mirror

Emboldened is collective perspective
Nigh mind left blind
couldst thy finding unwind thine

intertwining whence dispensed;

betrayed and evanescent
foolishly you went, alone,
into the extraneous
dry, cold 
dark

so light cuts chasms
through the third dimension
rending obsolete your sole intention
we are your very essence
learn this lesson

Storm clouds tarry in the air
the bleakly casted shadows speckle,
dancing across the muted earth
a sheet of sleep bestowing peace
in stillness, stowed away 
is yesterday


Teeming, leagues above the atmosphere,
in auras gilt by passing rays of starlight,
hover minds detached from interplay of 
toiling ant-like beings, infinitesimal 
they seem, from here
in heaven


They who pass timeless moments
skipping stones across the cosmos
sending waves worlds over
just to see the way eternity might
crumple between fingertips
when hearts burst
creating galaxies in their wakes


a world of magic;
eyes alight with splendor 
share a glimpse of reverie
a memory of fantasy that’s lost within a dream
of towering trees and lushest greens,
of homeliness and softest bliss,


to reminisce of a place
so familiar, yet erased
a surest sense of true belonging
tucked away within a pocket
in the corner of the soul


reaching 
for the stars
to fall into the abyss
to be consumed
or to subsist
on traversing that space
of emptiness
to find a place where we exist
no more, amiss
in the vertex betwixt

Bygone years, I’ve lingered, squandered
searching for a sense of self, I’ve wandered
pacing back and forth, no realization
for the time that’s racing by, just tail chasing

I’ve wondered of so many things
the gravity in my heart, so crippling
tearing me apart as I’m still falling
I’ve faced hidden, hellish demons
and my brain, it’s crawling

I wonder if I’m worthless  
shrouded in abysmal night
I haven’t any hope
but I have done away with fright

I have a light of faith
I trust that I will be alright
At times it dims
At times it’s bright  

I’ve left a world behind
as not to be of any mind
so I could find my eyes would shine
sparkling with the endless presence of stars
the vastness and immensity of space
of time beyond a time or place

My heart, it aches
with longing
somehow tied to things of beauty
somehow my love of life
is causing me to feel empty

I am searching for a place where I belong
I am aching to deny myself my need to feel strong
I know that I must carry on
I know  

But I long to be embraced
To be seen
To be known
To be loved

Naked.

God is a face with no name; 
a whisper in the breeze; 
the hum of insects in a forest 
aglow with the first rays 
of the soft light of dawn. 

God is the vibration 
of everything as one. 
The emotion of a heart 
awake but breaking, 
choosing instead 
to carry on. 

God is the transcendence of hope, 
when faith is another day; 
the present moment fleeting; 
making the most of the lives we have 
before they slip so fragilely 
through our fingers. 

Yet, in this swelling of divinity, 
we do not cling… 
We cherish but let go, 
because we know 
that we must grow, 
thereto bestow 
our pearls of wisdom 
onto the future 
living in our dreams. 

We are aflame with inexhaustible spirit. 
We are chock-full of life and love 
and we owe it all to the immensity of being. 

How full we’ve all felt. 
How we’ve striven 
to leave ourselves empty, 
not knowing what it means 
to long for life in our wizening. 

We only want to be whole. 
God is forgetting, and forgiving 
ourselves for what we lack, 
and what we are or what we aren’t. 

God is the intangible spirit 
of knowing we are whole 
in our very melting. 

That through the coursing, 
and the melding 
of ever present energies, 
we belong to something greater 
than ourselves. 

God is ALL. 
God is One. 
God is none, 
for we are he are thee. 
We’ve split ourselves to many. 
To let life be lived aplenty. 

So dream, 
my dear past, dream. 
Soon you shall see. 
Soon you shall 
remember me. 

Maddening, I know. 
Yet, with every step, 
we manifest.
With every step we grow.

The universe speaks
and so inlaid is my awe
it feels mundane

The universe loves with unrelenting fire
such wisdom is its light
so delicately, intricately interwoven
is the force, the immensity of everything as one

and I
am but an iota
a speck on a speck
in some unknown place
in the vastness and transit
of outer space

whose voice is allocated to the insignificance of the imminence
of what slaps me in the face

and yet I'm being bombarded with divinity's infinities, subduing me
placating my aggravations and intimidations and fears and anxieties

every mirror image shown
returns me to my heart and home
reminds me who I am
that I am chosen to be me

I am shaken
my foundation breaking
tears escaping
from this love that seeks me

but I am born to be rebuilt
and I am thankful

Spiraling

a vacuum in my sternum

drinking in the void
gasping for air in the emptiness



I reminisce of distances
leapt
in instances
kept
in memories
forever, lingering

How heavy can emptiness be?
Who am I who sees
not me?

Who are they

who could not stay
and did they ever know
my disarray?



I am

an erratic notion
of emotion
in motionless

vastness



I am spastic
jerking and tumultuous

in the openness 

of this
cosmic
loneliness

the endless
hindrance
of the intimate
i n f i n i t e

Grasping at open air

ether slipping through
fingers
like rigid wind

out the passenger side window

on the road to freedom


I

thought I was headed somewhere

predestined, and I’d 

find God waiting for me
in a hotel room
booked, with a beachfront view
and two swimming pools, but

our car broke down

in a small town
near a railroad

where my one track mind
resides in a switching station
by a motel 6(66)
betwixt the path to everywhere
and nowhere

I used to see the world
through jaded eyes;
my life comprised
of fear and scarcity.

I soaked up all the pain
I could retain
til nought was clear to me.

I died inside and every day,
I’d rise again to meet dismay,
but somewhere on the road
everything changed.
Now I’m walking merrily.

It is the people I have found
who show me life can be profound,
and I know now that all around me
there is poetry.

I am learning Earth and Water. Trees are experts in mindfulness. They communicate in silence, using psychic vibrations that resonate in communion with the cycles of nature. Offer up to them your presence, and they will reflect upon you their stability and coolness. At our roots we are life itself. I have learned, from the quiet, to love myself as a plant. I need water, light, air and love. Growth is a natural thing. Sustenance is deepest in its simplicity. Human love can be convoluted and strange, forming labyrinths within the psyche. Yet all space, immaterial and material, confounds us with illusions of separation. If I close my eyes, and melt into the quintessence of energy, I become the haze and see beyond seeing; choosing to feel in my heart. This is spiritual water. The mind ripples as thought, distorting the clarity of the endless ocean of energy. This is a stage in the cycle. Being mindful includes acknowledging the noise between silence. If we are to recognize ourselves, we must feel the passing waves of energy; the way they manifest in the formless void as whispers on the canvas of our minds’ eyes. There is no forcing surrender. We must embrace volatility and transience in order to let go.

Dark falls
I am mired in sludge
The wetlands shrouded by fog

My mind entrenched in haze and solitude
I grow weak  
with each step I seem to falter
exhausted in the task of moving forward
alone in the deep wilderness
covered in mud  

Ever shall I seek the sun
Forever til I’m warmed
Oh, golden rays,  
please supplant me my cold  

How uninspired
when water seeps
into coagulated dirt  

Once, there was bounty
art, in the higher reaches
of the atmosphere

Forever gazing upon the sky
into the beyond

Now all around me
there are shadows

Density of overgrowth
upon the horizon

Death where my feet meet the ground
This drudgery, though necessary,  
hurts  

I keep looking up
only to realize  
I am taking my gaze away
from my surroundings  

I’ve forgotten where I’m going

Every passing day is a lesson in gratitude, and an opportunity to expand awareness toward greater consideration of the precious and unique nature of the experience that is life. Our time here is so short. What makes things beautiful, if not transience? We cannot hold onto that which we cherish forever, and that is why we cherish it so.

I aim to understand who people are. My passion is peering into the soul of another, and perhaps being influenced by them and their mind. I want to feel the magnitude of the human spirit impressed upon my own. I want to love and be loved. I fear the deepest and most intimate aspects of being are utterly inexplicable, and that being understood and understanding others is nearly impossible. Still, I will never give up on this aspiration. I aim to articulate the concepts we cannot bring into words, and illustrate what it means to be. I will make poetry out of those things that define what poetry is. Namely, the beauty of life, particularly in the imminence of death. To be mortal is to be vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open to love.

Eating grapes from the vine

recumbent, regurgitating anachronistic archetypes

-who would have known hedonism to be so iconic-

repugnant, slow creeping dribble down the chin

such sultry stench still lingers

in the mouth of the pig

a torrent of fluid ‘something’

unclean

as is apt of this ritualistical endeavor

to stow away one’s unease

immaculate indulgence, defying the sanctity of spirit

Betwixt bewitched and ensorcelled
Exists the Valley of Folly
In the liminal space
Where ignorance and curiosity
Frolic with mystery

Neath the veil of insignificant things
The augur wrought resounding strings
All twisting in entrancement
The timeless and enchanted

Where the mind wanders
Into deepness, blind
A light which yonder shines
The pendant looming, beckons

All reckoning and fierce conjecture
Vibrate amongst the cords of ought
The sweetest drip, ambrosial nectar
Golden softness shines thru nought

To tempt the mind, the heart doth sing
In confluence with eldest things
In synergy with intricacy
Simplicity whence ripples ring

How sought is solace by the soul
When out of darkness comes the whole
Thereto embark ‘pon currents’ pull
In being One, thus feeling full

To find thyself, amusing
In humoring things ineffable
Embodying light’s effusing
Relinquishing control

Wherethrough all things are turning  
should the burning thus consume.
Yet, why should gentle fire  
then be likened unto doom?

Beget is transformation’s
integration of desire.
Unfettered from the weathered rung:
unstuck am I from mire.

Such lighter air,
now, too, aware.
To act, in fact, for change.
To try my hand, be my own man,
thus broadening my range.  

Tho ev’ry loss comes with a toss,
the coin is bound to land.
Whence wholesome heaven’s rendered dross,
upon my own two legs I stand.

I am in hiding from the unabashed sun

The clouds drift overhead and shade my view

But every time it peeks out from behind

I rear my eyes, I stay inside, 

but through the windows

It tickles my face

Licks at my watering eyes

Laughing at me



I am sad on this beautiful day

I am alone and cherishing things not had
Wishing for a friend

Lively conversation

Beauteous, poetic, saturated melody

To serenade the natural landscape

A sprawling painting

A perfect illustration of untamed uniformity

Alas
I am
Fettered in a box

Rotting away

As my eyes gain weight
but never alleviate

Their dams and turn to drying

Drink of it
Drink of it all  

I am but one
And yet it all
  
pulsates
Ebbs, flows
Rearranges, in interlocking
Mechanically organic  
Alien transcendence  

For, What is a mind?
Please, draw it for me  

Who am I?
Eye cannot see.  

We are everything, I am thirsting for a change
I want to live, and I am free to die  

Yet
Yet again
What does yet mean?  

I want to live in every ambient flow
Every vibrating heart that sings,
I want to bask in such a resonance

The slow building pressure of a bountiful harvest
The fast paced, ever changing constant
of a living, thriving metropolis  

I am exhausting myself
Doing nothing
Dreaming of what I could be  

I will cherish my thirst.

It seems
I cannot beckon God;
I must remain bewildered

Starry eyed and dreaming
breathing in the mist
with a heavy brain and
all contained within me

Exasperated sighs, relief
such constant bemusement
coloring my senses
tantalizing me with curiosity

I am
caught up
in the searching
unearthing precious gems

Seeing the light through prisms
catching glimpses of the truer forms
whereby reality should turn itself over
lending itself to nought by
superimposed, extant, extradimensional
realities

The shifting, everchanging constant
the fractalline reversal
of the overlay we deem as our precision
yet own as our perception

There is no finding God
It will not come to me
For, without what is not
within was what had been
there is no removal
such, as there is no retrieval

Which way is up in empty space

I met myself in a dream last night
Cast circles upon the idle mind
To look into the mirror there
Within the depths, the unaware

I slept in blips
Awoke in haze
Spent lying time
In yesterdays

I floated under sailing stars
Greeted horrors near and far
The vast stampede within my brain
Lucidity, raving insane

Then woke again
To sleep this time
To death, and death
To be defied

From back before the nature’s edge
I worked around and hid, and dredged
All traps lay waiting for my hitch
Each demon creeping in a ditch

Yet round I worked and came about
To exit at my mental mouth
The monsters worked along with me
To help me be in synergy

The moment exists.

Respect does not mean admiration.

There is a conceptual/nonverbal layer of thought, which isn’t necessarily visual.

You may have misconceptions based on your perception.

The universe will give you many gifts just for having good intentions, and aiming to improve yourself.

Everyone is a friend, until they are an enemy.

Sometimes you just have to let go, to let live, to stay still when ensnared in the fire and allow yourself to burn.

You will encounter pain in your healing, to show you how and what to heal.

Sometimes you will unwittingly and unnecessarily impede yourself.

Being happy in spite of everything is a lot harder than being happy because of everything, but it may well be the only way to be content.

Love is not blind. It is gazing upon the sun.

Instant gratification tricks the brain’s reward system; there is no reward without effort and accomplishment. Delay gratification in anticipation of freedom from dependency, as that is a much greater reward than any you could find from within it.

What we want is often at odds with what we need.

If you can be high and tired. You can. Be hired.

Life is like a box of chocolates: someone is probably going to come along and eat all the good ones before you can get to them. Be proactive.

There is value in every aspect of existence.

You will cherish most the things you share with those you love.

Consider the way the soul hovers
when out of body
The electrified air
before lightning meets its mark

Consider transit to another realm
in every forgotten dream
The way the mind breathes
when it is consumed in its silence

Consider wells of water
as your very emotions
Consider the rain as its source

How we find ourselves
pulsating in recognition

of our surroundings

Consider the space
between two atoms
See the universe
from afar

Consider the size
of an ant to a star

Consider the first breath one takes
when resurfacing from too much time
spent underwater

Each monumental step
leaves us bleeding into eternity.

Yet, somewhere
in the endless streams of ether 
coalescence becomes us.
We are inextricably bound by energy.

As One becomes All becomes None,
our rivers run in tandem to the shore;
the ocean - the overarching body that is Love.

Then, ever again, in symphony,
amongst the cosmic dance we meet
as streams so small but cutting
throughout space,
the earthly structure of ‘our’ making.
What is it that is “Us” but everything
breaking?

I ask, and you I ask again,
yet you are nowhere but within,
and there I see the race;
the running and the chase,
the end becoming what begins
again in haste.

We are the past
that meets the future.
We are dissolution of events;
readministration of evanescence.

With every fleeting leap
into deeper colors,
and greater, denser things
where the webs become structures,
we meet ourselves as mirrors.

You were a ripple on a pond.
I was a whisper in the breeze.
Such silent happenings,
but so far reaching.

Maybe all our wishes form a tree
And every branch is what our lives could be
But wishes shift with every drifting soul upon the sea

We’ll coast through lives and host our time
As beings willing change
Compare ourselves
To everyone else
While some remain estranged

We’ll reach and stretch, and flow as fluids
Growing throughout time
Follow saints and druids
in this endless pantomime

Eventually we’ll find ourselves within the greener things above
Form friendship, feed the roots which wrought, and act in light and love
But only when we’ve withered and we fall, to decompose
We’ll see the tree as one, without us; our eyes coming to a close