A hurt
shy’s away from kindness
A smile
breaks its back of shame
A look
opens its window to a new world
A laugh
weaves a memory to its sail

Life
be allowing not controlling

no man be led
no man be leader

no way
be greater than choice

There is no master
but your own conscience
Follow not
Go where you know you are going
Think on purpose  feel on purpose  
Do not seek to dilute your inspiration for attention
You want a love not asking
A world you create by your mind
not a world created for you by others minds

The vibrations shake,
as my eyes awake,

 and realize,
 as I visualize;

The cages bolted up
around me, minds corrupt

 with lies of the honey,
lathered on this dummy.

the scars cling on,
Reminders thereupon

enlighten the subconscious,
 as I live among the conscious.

The last breath is taken,
As from this trance I awaken.

Exampli gratia:

Here, in the sun, looking straight forward over the green lawn onto the bacciferous frondescence
The space between the building where psychopathology was taught and the building where our intelligence was tested
– buildings made unsafe and marred and subjected to presence –
Here, I just am; there is no absence
As far as my eyes can see, the “where” is here and the “when” is now and I am alone, listening in to today

A bee flies by and draws my eye to the peripheral timescape
Inside the dark window to the left we sit in silence and wait for a pre-school class to walk past so we can continue a lesson that ended a year ago
Behind me looms the auditorium where we partook in curiosity
Beyond this greenth, you own the space
But on this bench, there is no absence
Here, I can breathe, lone as I am

It was a quite place
The wind spread through the wild flowers
Like a wave
She closed her eyes
She laid in those wild flowers
For a long time
So long her fingers and toes sprouted roots
Grounding her.

Stop
and
thank the air
with your breath

in thanks
you out
in thanks
you out
in thanks
you out