I want to unravel every thread of my apparel

Leave it in a tangled heap upon last Autumn's fallen leaves —
brown near black now and pungent from the rot
of several seasons' rainfall...

I want to stand tall in stark ****** as crickets hop over my feet
and ants crawl through the hairs on my toes

I want to curl my foot-fingers into the moss and
feel the earth beneath it as if in newfound love

Sit in blissful vulnerability
Lie in wondrous mystery and tranquility
Breathe and worship all the silences of the forest
all the silences of love

If a word paints a picture,
and a picture is worth a thousand words,
then what is the worth of a word? It seems

the fibers of the fabric are the words we've woven to create the canvas on which we paint pictures that are worth a thousand words;

words painting pictures that are worth a thousand words onto canvases woven from words that are the fibers of the fabrics.

If a word is worth a thousand words,
then a word paints a million pictures.

love may be infinite,
but your time and energy are limited
so love yourself without limits
because you will be
with yourself
forever

And and we've been pretending

we've been pretending it's all right
that it's all good

we've been faking happiness
and faking peace

we know that we've gone too far

that there's no going back

and we're all intoxicated
past the point of serenity
to the point of insanity

and no matter
how many years
of sobriety
we can still relapse

and no matter
how many days
that we act kindly
we will all snap

because we all snap
under pressure
and the more we fake it
the more people expect
and the more we pretend
the harder it is to not

and the pressure builds
the temperature rises
until one day
we crack
and everything boils over

tension
release

so it goes

You are, and you're not.
You are a circle, and you're a dot!

foul bug
grab it and tug

you're a flyin' tooth
hockin' loogies

Disregard that! I'm a loonie!

Meow-cat, can't take it and
snap! goes my brain like
crack! goes the coffee mug
falling from the counter and
swoosh! goes the butterfly
flapping it's wings...
screech!

see
the
blossoming magnolias...

and we're all bubbling up
from the inside out!

we're left downright sideways!
looking for the sun to come out...

silver lining -
fluffy cloud,
blue sky fall,
hop skip and
jump! to high heaven:

falling... backwards,
in a grand attempt to
leap! into a pool of faith
from the highest cliff...

and when the tables are turned...
you are scratches in the vinyl!
skip, skip, skip to my
loop -loop -looping thought patterns...

Meow meow
meow

...and now I know
I am most comfortable
floating with the mystery...

with the ever changing...

I am with the indefinite
and the undefined

where the questions
are answers, and
where the answers
are questions
that lead to more questions...

I am comfortable...
with this ever expanding space,
where each new beginning is an ending,
and each ending is a new beginning...

where there is
only more,
nothing less...
I am comfortable