at birth we're sworn to secrecy regarding our previous vacancys

melancholy wind
moans off the hilltop
grass responds in rhythm
clouds wheel across the landscape
leaving figment message
along the ground
bring visions to mind
which aren’t even mine
change unlike time
moves back and forward
the myth of now
shapes history past
fates arise in retrospect
regret is futures toil
chaotic blows the sand
when scene inside the storm
remove yourself
to see yourself
the patterns that are borne
the flow and ebb
that has no care
to minuscule endeavors
yet we knit and purl
at Indra's net
unconscious to
the state of grace
to which we aim
unerring

she cried to her mother, at those times your unnecessary

reject when you're different
try to fit in
the mantra that is spoken
in rooms of our youth

look at life
from outside in
turn from old notions
to your own motions

mirrors show a face
the world does not see
like the soul's reflection is not reality
it’s an image of who you want to be

young run free
within boundaries
if escape seems possible
would fear allow it
fantasy’s the window
you know is not the door
finding that is easy
stop looking for it
don’t leave yet
look around some
scenery is different
seen from outside
once free of youth’s
forced fences
you find some built
on your own

lay back and relax
go along with what the stream
will give me
sometimes fast
sometimes slow
a snag or two
to keep me grounded
watch the dappled shadows
the canopy of leaves
through closed eyes
perfect state of being
water drips with weird sound
wakes me from my splendor
turn my head
come face to face
with rutting buck
that snorts across my mug
the startled deer
has startled me
just glad to keep it upright
stag turns and runs
quiet restored
left with vision of his eyes
and the quickly narrowed pupils

Confucius Says but does he also do as he says