Knowing neither good nor evil but just what is
The science of being is to flow to reach goals
For which you're free to choose and dream
Armed with wits and strength to learn and strive
Never failing, always believing, of indefeasible spirit
Bowing to no one but yourself as justified
For you're always higher today than yesterday

Realizing the purpose, that you are down here to do.
This higher perception is part of the new.

The part you’ll be playing, of what comes to be.
Flowing from you at your highest frequency.

The light from the sun Is the creation of love.
Its flow is high density, coming down from above.

Work on these things that you can not let go.
By accepting yourself, you’ll give love a chance to flow.

To argue a point so it not be a fight.
Stop wasting your time with who’s wrong and who’s right.

By keeping our focus on things based on fear.
discord and sadness will always be near.  

Do something kind for a stranger you meet.
When riding the bus always give up your seat.

Greed in this world can only cease to be.
Recognizing that unity is the way to be free.

Stop worrying about things that give you dismay.
By being grateful for everything, you’ll find the middle way.

And when the time you’re ready,
I hope I am still available.

We count time but don't know what we count
We feel time's flow in the sun, moon, and stars
And see it passed in our flesh and offspring
But without knowledge nor awareness if it is
Forward, backwards, circular, or not at all
Or if a second prior or after, is, shorter, or longer
But only the everlasting, now, past, future, illusionary
And time, the same as times, and so too half a time

Embrace the future's call
treasure the present's glow
and transcend the bygone flow.

These poems are generally spat out within a matter of minutes.
The rhyme schemes, unfortunately,
Symptomatic of how my thoughts flow.
Some kind of horrible harmony
That stalls and slows the more focus I show.

I'm thinking aloud

and looking out the window --


There, the river flows.