Channeling new feelings, to stay locked in the now.
I am able to do this, though I do not know how.

In any occurrence, I sneer not, nor cheer.
I listen but judge not, on values held dear.

Controlling emotions, when faced with  despair.
Aligns your three vessels, for constant repair.

With any experience, you control what you feel.
By being in balance, you then learn to heal.

Start doing things other than what you've been told.
You'll soon see the story, that's about to unfold.

Enhanced understanding, burning bright as the Sun.
Will show you this game, has already been won.

Sunlight’s code shines bright on me, thoughts of light beaming down.
Expanding my connection to source, as it enters me through my crown.

New senses through perception, not unlike being able to hear.
Seeing through all the falsehoods, of any encounter I’m near.

Gathering complexities of experience, like I’ve never felt before.
Collapsing this illusion of theirs, by simply walking out the door.

The knowledge that has been entrusted to me, has brilliance and lets me see in.
But the flip side of that is the darkness that’s here, always trying to get under my skin.

The burden is balanced by what I put in, these gifts I do not use on me.
This world that we live in, all has a cost, except love which will always be free.

If you happen to meet me out on the road, observe the things that you feel.
For I am but a reflection of you, identifying things to reveal.

All of the fear, has now drained out of me.
Echoing love, in any direction I see.

People that look at me, often times stare.
Wondering how, that I haven’t a care.

All of these things, and the changes I’ve met.
Empowering myself, to remove all regret.

Repelled or attracted is what they will feel.
Buried inside them, are things to reveal.

There are layers of reality, that are governed by force.
The others are parallel, linked directly to source.

When connecting with one, you’ll immediately know.
The division of worlds, is beginning to show.

The creation of three comes from the two.
Binding together, in ways nobody knew.

The two become one thus making it three.
Transforming us into what it’s all meant to be.

Layer after layer, both near and afar.
Designing and building the conscious being you are.

The creator is give and the creation is take.
Combining us into this space that we make.

At odds with each other, always testing the space.
Making it look like it’s somehow a race.

Split down the middle, each has their side.
Entering the light from the dark times we hide.

This synchronic balance gets everything right.
Working together without causing a fight.

If we look at the all, we see one as a whole.
Knowing things above also happen below.

Entering a town without knowing a soul, can always go hit or go miss.
So God led me here, right to this group, familiar as a long forgotten kiss.

Opening your doors to let me be a part, showing me the love that you spread.
Seeing all these people, connected to you, as if by an invisible thread.

So lucky I feel, having come this place full of people all gathered in love.
This special connection you share with each other must certainly have come from above.

A month has gone fast but I know in my heart, how our valuable time has been spent.
Serving those in need can take many forms , even helping them find next months rent.

Sometimes during a difficult moment, an argument can ensue.
But within a day it’s all squared away,  and your friendship is stronger than new.

Leaving this place will sting quite a bit,   I’ve grown quite fond of you all.
But places to go and people to see, is the journey of the wanderers call.

As the world’s greatest poet, that the world has never known.
It allows me to stroll seamlessly, in any town I roam.

Talk to people, tell my shmeele, show them where it’s at.
Some will light up in their eyes and some just say nice hat.

When I find a poem I'd like to read, often they will say.
That’s not something we do here during any time of day.

Stifled and constricted I promptly move along.
Seeing if the next town, wants to hear my song.

When looking for God, the things seen are that.
Always a top, any perception I’m at.

Step into his shoes and he steps above.
Feeling what’s left, an abundance of love.

Kicking the tires, on this giant of a me.
Pulling out ideas, of how it’s all meant to be.

Walking held high no longer stumbling around.
Showing my true self, without making a sound.

Doing my best and giving my all.
Opening myself, for that love comes to call.