there is a river in everyone
some flow fast and some flow slowly
some are dry some are flooded
but no matter what it will leave a path
even though someone may lose their way
they have a river to remind them of where they lay

The earth without the light
is unseen not because it's dark.
Every morning shines on it
a new picture-perfect sunrise!

It's the sun's upside down heaven black canvas
the arch painter can paint on it from afar
off the sky until it takes a nap in shadowy twilight.

The earth by the sea isn't a beauty only skin deep
beneath its barely scratched surface billow seven seas.
Over the abyss down this way nothing is dark
with all the stars wake is half-lit clement moonlight.

The waxing moon again will be full looking on the sea-mirror
but won’t drop in the deepwater can’t touch the bottom line.

****** earth a veiled beauty packs the power flow in the heart
so fluid in its midst the river, the sea, the ocean all run melodious!

I wish I could say that everything I do has a reason. I'm sure from one perspective that it does. But from my own conscious mind, there is often nothing but the most bland of reasons behind my actions:
Habit.
Comfort.

The path of least resistance, I think, is the most attractive path to a mind absent and unused. Because of course when I sit down to things, my preferred course of action is far and away the most productive, intelligent, and even holy. How often, though, is that the course I actually take?
Not very.

At rest, then, I am a pool of water. Dribbling down the path of least resistance, settling at the lowest possible point.

Give me some outlet, and I will flow. A direction and a purpose, and I will run along the intended course.

If I could be profound, and suggest some solution that I have not already found, I would present it here.

But all the solutions I know of have already been discovered to me - and they are effective.

So I am without excuse.

Truly.

I must knock down the dams so I can flow.

You claim I came from beneath the surface to your undoing. Yet you were the conservative one who told me to cease what we were doing. So assertively, who do you think you're fooling? You're like a needle weaving around in interstitial fluid. But my veins have been filled with tryptophan. You might playfully say they very well may have been ruined.

  You said to slow down and look around and check the pace of the beat because stepping stones are unknown
when made with cold feet. And in turn I took a step back to retreat so that I wouldn't confuse nor subdue the impudent snooze to my heartbeat.

  And darlin', not to be too explicit but I stepped to the side to abide when you began acting so tactfully complicit. Eliciting emotions as readily as waves of the ocean emitting their violent rhythms. But the notions tender returned to sender have now gone and split schisms exploding causing utter commotion like somehow I slipped or stuttered while muttering my notions to churn you like butter lotion.

  And while this isn't to spurn you, you're requesting my devotion when you barely know my name. So in the mirror what's crystal clear is the thin and whimsical veneer of reciprocity.

  I was adamant to prevent my vile extravagant fragments from implementing collateral damage dispensed towards anyone while I can be so relentless. It was never my intention to hang you up on a wall or leave you otherwise stranded landing nowhere near where I'm standing at all. Rather than bawl or try to break the Berlin Wall, may I suggest we take a rest before the hammer falls?

So that when I don't answer a call you don't wallow growing suspicious of my convictions convinced they aren't there or I've listed restrictions. The difference is that you decide not to believe it. Wow. So I'm not surprised your alibi won't allow you to see it now.

  I can't perceive it for you though I'm not deceiving you
if you could possibly conceive it to be true then maybe next time around you could receive it too. I'll leave that to you
for I can only say my piece. We can maybe slow down
before the throw down or we'll cyst and decease.

  Don't look at me like that last line was mischeviously written or you didn't see it correctly. I'm not an obsequious sycophant but I mean quite simply that we'll become diseased and die if we stick to projecting. Rather than rant planting seeds bitterly reflecting let's make a promise to be honest and say it directly.

That's all I ask of you KC.

Respectfully,
Chris P.

Sink deeply into being
You’ll find it oh so freeing
This life is oh so fleeting
Why spend it just retreating

I’d rather go exploring
The horizon’s glow implores me
Like those who came before me
I will go to find my glory

So jump in without restraint
Rescind each shrill complaint
Evacuate your ego
Fall fully in the fairest flow
Wander where the wind may blow
See just how far you can go

I am
molecules of water
flowing
within the river
of Destiny.

To flow is to go where you’ve not yet called home
The unknown made of stone that is bare as a bone
Chaos and mystery jostling wistfully
Not yet confined in the annals of history

At the very limits of human ability
Requiring mental and spiritual agility
Not shrieking discordance but mellifluous ditty
There lies a place greater than the Emerald City

Energy bursts forth to fill this new realm
The body takes over, mind vacates the helm
The movement and choices come effortlessly
Without any trying, you’re finally free

I am
NOT
Who YOU
Say I am
I am
ME
UnEquivocally
Now Tell ME
What YOU see
In YOU
NOT me