Sweat it out, sweat it all out of me,
leave me dehydrating on the ground,
a lump of dry skin and bones,
Vultures not even interested in me as a prize

Dreaming of tis day
Don't know what to say
Is this where I should be?
Run away

The mind craves
The body behaves
Why strive for happy days
Calmness of the mind
The Dharma wheel spins
Balance in the heart
Buddha sings

I hardly know you but you seem really neat.
You are a vegetarian so you don't eat any meat.
I hope to see you New Years so we can have a blast!
And then in the future, we will think about the past.
If you are having a rough day, please do not fret.
Tomorrow will be 100% better I bet!
This poem is to cheer you up and show that I care.
Your day will get better, Miss. Holly Brown Bear.

Truth be found
In stories of old
Deep well of knowledge
Ever drinking

The walls hum with insects,
With hands as cold as ice she grabs my neck,
Life force slowly ebbs,
Lights flicker like fire,
Warmth drained from the soul,
The ocean rushes closer...

Dreams, dreams are the seedlings of reality. The unconscious subconscious. The hidden drive. The Devine truth, you hold in your mind.

You know the truth. You are the truth. All things are inside you and you, inside all things. The fabric of space, the essence of time. All things material, all things immaterial, God if you wish to use a "holy" word.

Holy, you are all things holy, you hold infinite potential to preform all things holy. All things are holy. Holiness lives within, holiness lives all around us.

The blind man sees it, the ******* feels it, the dead man knows it. Once you stop looking... there it is...

Crystalline clouds scattered across the heavens.
Ideas floating though my head seem to be just out of reach.
Screaming meaningless sounds.
Write a song, write a song.
Challenges, overcome challenges.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.
Write a song.

Healing body with mind
Centring the soul
Beautiful being
Never alone

Mountain madness.
A sickness. A pulling. Keeping you rooted.
Filling you up with magic, to keep you going.
Words unspoken.
There is no need.

There is nothing more surreal than reminiscing past moments.