We are all caterpillars
       waiting for that moment.

That transforms  us to a
                 butterfly of reasoning.

We will in that moment,
              fly higher than ever before.

¿Qué es viento?
Arrastra el silencio.

¿Qué es viento?
Me pregunto
Y me respondo:
Es gas sonoro
Lleno de paz,
Es la tormenta
que me a traído
hasta acá.

El viento
Me ah tocado,
Tiene voz
Y canta.

Me arrulla como
La vida misma
Y lleva mensajes
Que recorren bosques
Y mares .

¿Que es viento?
Es el sonido del silencio,
Es el silbido de un insecto.

Viento que lleva el frio
O arrastra el calor,
Es viento que alimenta
Las llamas
y las encierra en amor.

Though the waters
                           may fall,
evaporating like shadows
of what momentarily descended.

There is still a silhouette
left like a
               moment,
not seen but knowing
       it had been there.  

*"Tears always falling elegantly,

You are the memory I'll never forget
before the bittersweet taste of guilt and regret

of grassy knees and childhood ease
sunshine skies and innocent lies

Oh, where did it all go?
How could we have ever known

that this was our future, this was our goodbye
I know it's my fault we became this, but I-

I wish I could take it all back to then
do everything over and start again

Maybe if I had been more than just a naive, immature kid
maybe we could have lasted longer than we did

I'm sorry it was the me before you that you met
but I hope it's the me after you that you'll never forget

In a laden sky, clouds are passing me by.
Wrapped up in passion, daylight decides.
There in the blue, a resilient hue.
Here on the ground, thoughts spin me around.

Green rises up to the heavens above.
Buds pucker out with nary a sound.
Laughter dissolves in the winds over time.
Memories are tossed in the space of my mind.

The leaves on the trees are waving at me.
The cost of this story is plain to see.
In the space of a moment, the earth turns me round.
Leaves me to wonder what else can be found.

Drifting through space with a smile on my face.
Dreaming of things I can still believe.
Walking the walk through the tales that we weave.
I'm treading the water in this silent pool.

I’m nobody’s fool but a fool I am.
The raging tempest blows me away.
The expanse of space is a welcome place.
The rhythm of days is that which remains.

I do not claim to have my masters,
But, at times I can be quite daft
The knowledge that I now possess
Helps me understand my past

The past holds all the answers
It's just circling its course
It did not take me 1000 years
To be this well rehearsed

A diamond ring in a cloudy sky still shines
As I reminisce to better times
Fleeting thoughts of a ***** mind
Can not one moment be defined

Erase the past and move forward
To the horizon up ahead
Separate the good from bad
Remember what was said

Listen to the voice of reason
Do not feel resigned
There is no gold at the end of a rainbow
None that you will find

Instead, rely on instinct
A reflex if you're blind
To help you see what is important
Made all by Gods design

The brink, the edge, the verge
A blink, a step, an urge
Teeter-totter, drum kick
A heartbeat, think quick
Life's a puzzle, death's a riddle
Here I hover, in the middle

The verge, the edge, the brink
An urge, a step, I blink
Teeter-totter, heart rasp
A drum kick, quick gasp
Breathing, breathless; sobbing, voice-crack
Inhale - exhale, inhale - I'm back.

You're wrong you know.
You're not afraid of crossroads,
Not confrontations,
It's not indecision
Or fear of failure,
You have no issue with regret.
You're wrong,
And being wrong is not the problem,
It's not liberty that afflicts you,
Or binds you,
Roots you to this place.
You're wrong,
And though you're tired
That's not the reason,
You have no real desire to give up.
And society, your friends,
Your loved ones are blameless,
It's not the past that puts the pit
Of doubt cemented in your core.
The future is uncertain
But you know that's not
The burden
That incites rebellion
Throughout your body
Leaves you
Fighting with yourself.
You're all wrong,
Because you understand the solution,
You know the puzzle of the present,
the senselessness,
The answer that they give
Has no function
No relevance
No possibility
No relief.
To live life in the present,
To embrace it,
breathe it in,
To ignore the thoughts that cloud
All action,
To make the most of the moment right at hand--
Is Impossible

For the present is a fiction
They are wrong
It can't be measured
There is only past or future
The now does not exist.
Each “moment” that you visit
Is braided
To past and future,
Demands study and reflection
Impacting everyone and everything.
Every “moment” that you speak of is
Not an individual,
Has no uniqueness,
Scarcity and rarity are imposters--
All is all.
Each person past and future,
Every worm and every atom
Every thought and every planet
Singularities
Intertwined with molecular precision,
And every insignificant
Decision
Is momentous
By design.
The reason,
The answer,
The solution for which you're searching,
The misunderstanding
That's been floating beneath the surface
Of your mind,
The resolution to the question the never ending
And unnerving
The unyielding perplexity
That has you yielding to the ebbing flowing tide
Is that you are not an individual,
You are not uniquely different
You are not a figment
Or a stain or an error
You are not a wink of time.

The reason that the crossroads gives you pause,
Doubt,
Fear, anxiety,
The reason that indecision sometimes
Seems to be the guiding force in every moment
Every magnified, sensationalized
Magic nothing in your life--

Is that you are all,

You are everything,

Now, and then, and when,
You are forever,
You are purpose of all itself,
You are every universe
You are an infinite infinity
Divinity resides in everything you do.
And everyone you see, and interact with,
Everyone you love and hate,
Admire,
Everyone you have forgotten
Everyone you'll never know
Every stone and every sinew
Every straw and every beetle
Every drop of blood that flows from heart to heart
Or spills from any soul,
Every all and every anything is affected by your now.


You are not afraid of insignificance, your instinct
Knows
The truth though you ignore it—

The responsibility you fear is
The magnificence of you.