Forests of Time await in the vastness of our hearts
and the simplicity of
our inner gems, they sing to us
paint themselves an accolade,
sing to themselves
a daring hum
of life present, serene
in the very same hearts
out here
are heartbreaks and suicides,
here, in these moments our tyranny is our blessing.
If you haven’t yet understood the power of this vesicle, comprehend.
Here down to our toes,
we are death, life, assimilated and working.
We are paradox's conclusions
we are demons denying themselves patience, do you hear me?
This could be our last sentence, our last repeat of the cyclic crimes splattered across screens and into our minds, honed deep into DNA and memories passed down to us,
do you think that karma doesn’t die….
Forget with me, for a moment what may tie to you to this or that, what may make you some way or another and remember,
the possibility of your existence and it's slimness and it's fervor
such beauty I could sing.
Come home.
Come home.
Come home to the wonder of yourself.
7 billion+ people and you are lovable, by some one, somewhere, right now, know this, and no I’m not talking ****** partners, although they may fall into the mix,
I’m talking family and friends,
I’m talking the trees who shake and shimmy and bend,
I’m saying the sky loves you, the rivers love you,
the dreams love you, you are a shimmering essence of pollution
turned sparkling star dust when you live like you are worthy, live like you know what you are, ( nothing short of a miracle)
live knowing the magic and beauty that flows through you,
yes, you who knows what death tastes like…and still smiles at the majesty of it all.
If you haven’t yet understood the power of this vesicle, comprehend.
We all have it on our very lips, we all have the ashes of those long dead in our lungs
we burn that to make our cars run.
We think we’re alone out here in the universe
we never even left home
Or explored the forests waiting in the vastness of our hearts.
Come home.
Come home.
Come home.
It's been a while.
I've been living dreams.
xo
