I am too much of an all or nothing
Not enough of a contented now

An exhale warm in the breath of time
And a tall windmill standing still

With a quiet mind that won't shut up
And an open mouth to catch the rain

Unceremoniously I stand
On a world of ever encircling change

And I am the same
Am I the same?

Tear the idea limb from limb, until the acorn of truth falls.
And then, rend the earth and begin again.
Until another, and another
And another thought begins.
Growing slowly with every Fall.

My desire for you
More than anything
Is that you'd be at peace beneath these eaves
That you could sleep more deeply than the sea
And dream, oh baby that you could dream
Of the distant starlight you can barely see
My desire for you
More than anything
Is that you'd be my most comfortable everything

Just about everything you worry about
Is not about
And does not matter

It's the things you don't see
And do not worry about

Those are the things that you have to watch out for

You are ember with less orange
You are tree bark true and brook trout at play
You are earthy as the hollow dell in the Catskills still
Turning as the waterways

You are ever moving, always slight
Looking back over those delicate shoulders of yours
To the footprints of me
And in the time spent therein not a day’s older

I don’t know her name
But I know what I see

The greatest feat
An idealist can conceive

Is to create existence out of nothing
To create someone out of no one

And make it up so real
That everyone accepts that it is

And desires themselves to believe
That it always was

Life is meant to be a conscious thing
Though we constantly surround ourselves with those things
And people which we do desire
In an attempt to order and forget ourselves
The foremost point of life is consciousness
And therein, the ownership of self