The sands know patience,
And waves know passion,
Nobody knows.*

© 2014 J.S.P.

Eye brows are not perfect.
Eye brows are on your face.
Eye brows are gone .
And now I'm gone.

Fish in aquariums make me dizzy
they swim in circles as though
there is somewhere to go

I pity their hopeless journey
someone should tell them
it’s all a trick

But most of all
they’re reminiscent of me

How many circles have I spun
how many times have I thought
I was going somewhere?

they way the brain works
if one of us can do it,
we all can.
that means we all can
echolocate.

have you seen the story?
young man born blind
learns to see
using echolocation

learn to see.
that's why perception is so valid.
why experience is so scared.
why our messages are necessary.
we can learn to see,
what we choose
and the truth.

the truth of origin
has to lay within
me
and you.
we are parts of the whole -
shattered glass pieces
will never become plastic.
that's how I see
It.

To be a simple observation…

we are only
observationally connected
here.
within the atmosphere of our beings
we speak the tongue of essence.

as I peered through the
crystal clear lens
I recognized the tiny protective hairs
and the curve of the lid.
I was amazed that this
perspective
was new.
I wondered when I would
see it again.
and I wonder and I wander.
because that's what the brain does
when its not echolocating,
or meditating.

illusionary cultural beliefs
accepted and embraced as personal
truths
have desensitized our
senses.

commonly, the senses
are rounded into five.
though echolocation would obviously be
six,
vibration communication
seven,
the list goes on…


eyesight is indescribable.
Thanks! be given to the power to see.

so many have "bad" eyes.
recent technologies like
Lasik
are changing that though.
who needs echolocation anyways?

For Him, the pillars of these limited buildings could never be enough
That's why He chose to live inside a place as colossal as a human's heart.

I shiver
From the cold emptiness
I quiver
From disgrace

I cry
But I try not to
I die
Slowly everyday

I don't know how to deal
With myself anymore
I dont know why I feel
The way I do

Uncomfortable
In my skin
Hurt
I'll never win

You don't notice
My swollen red eyes
You don't hear
My loud muffled cries

You're too busy
Laughing at my face
You're too busy
Calling me a big disgrace

And as I lay
In the cold bathtub
I wash away the hurt
With the razor I scrub

Over and over
I continue to clean
Because skin with no marks
Is skin with no gleam