i could breathe again.
the world stopped,
all i could see when i closed my eyes were
trees swaying gracefully in the wind.
i could see mountains in the distance.
mountains with snow covered peaks,
not melting even when the sun shined on us.
my hands touched the grass beneath my feet,
letting every blade of grass slip their way inbetween my fingertips.
this is the most beautiful moment in life.
right here,
right now.
it was all happening again,
but this time different.
this time was forever.
i held the galaxies in my the cups of my hands
and i felt the universe's kiss on my cheek.
i want to be here.
i could breathe again,
unafraid.

When you love life itself,
The very act of sitting passively
Contains feelings of contentment.
Harbor love by abstaining from harm.
Refuse to defuse pain.
Leave pleasure as a passive gain.
Rejoice that you can remark,
"I have lived";
That is a truth
The mystery of Consciousness gives.
When the blood and the lungs
Pump and respire
With a warmth in your heart
That sings like a choir -
When the silent moment is sweet,
Light and complete,
How much more can you be,
How much more can you seek?
You are already Love
Every moment you breathe.
You are Love on a journey
To manifest dreams.
You are already a dream
Within a dream.
Now experience fully
However your story proceeds.

Ego is a god ****** quicksand
Inside the center of a black hole
A map to a wasteland
Where any star turns ice cold

The rich man is the most afraid
To be the flame that fades away
Rich nations are all the same
I hate the player and I hate the game

Where’s the change they promised?
No shame the game’s dishonest
No chains or fame for those being modest
Yet we never speak on it?

Keep the profits, keep the gold, I'l keep the soul
I Know it's worth, don't need it sold
It’s the greatest story ever told
A grace traced forever old

You can run back till the riddle ends
Where a sidewalk crack is a little friend
It’s Zen until it bends like the fate of a fickle trend
That shuts the faith of a middle man

Preaching...

Stuck to the ways of a little man

Reaching...

Stuck to the faith that you place on another man's reason
Stuck to the maze of a riddle-*** teaching
Stuck to the faith of a middle man


"Survival is a straight line"
That's what he heard through the grapevine
But nobody has the same mind, stray cats and the canines,
Everybody’s talking at the same time

So what is Truth?
For me, it’s: "what's the use?"
If somebody's always watching you
Would you hate them embrace them or make them enjoy the view?

Sweet is Your creation
Sweeter still art Thou

Grace is every breath
Blessed still
Is the breath
Which
Intertwined with Your name
Holds in that moment
Infinity

Residing in Your name
You expand to fill my being

Every cell dances
And love pours out
To all creation

Filling this vastness
with light
Blue as Your Feet