Tread the mental waters to
Find the cave
Of hope and desire,
Of just things that are fair
And still grow in shade.
Hidden away, unless
You are brave
And face yourself.

There is a natural frequency
That resonates through all of this.
You can find it, and it is gorgeous.

Find yourself, in the
Silence of life. Quiet
The thoughts that interrupt
What otherwise is a peaceful stream.
Reject stimulation for boredom
And feel love, feel alive.
Look within, peace is
Found inside.

It is shameful,
That ones will try to
Break your brilliance, to test
Of what you are capable.
What foul intent.
Worse yet, to have
Little breath but still be unable
Even to catch a moment of respite;
Parallels of the shallow and deep.
The waters we dwell,
Paired with the walls of the well.

How to goade a hunter?
Just act as bait.
Pretend you know no more,
Than the fish in the lake
And when they get close
Take them under the water
And make whole again.
Join them,
Whether they emerge changed
Or remain in a watery grave.

Why does no one trust that I am wise?
When my words are rarely argued,
And I rarely use them to argue.
Only to show truth where there is lie.
And, by my own device, I have
The strength to allow the decision
Not to be brought, but arrived.
I only want you to look at what I see, if
You view and disagree,
Then we both learn something.
That I was wrong, and
You were right.

I cry at your confusion, truly.
I cannot see what you see,
Why we can not live together
As one people, free.
But tears dry before they fall,
Because I refuse to tend sadness.
Madness? Call it what you will,
If everyone thought as I did
We would be living in peace and harmony.
But, isn't that always the case?
Still I stake, hope and dreams
On the good naturedness of humanity
Because that is what we truly are
That is the core to our being, for
It is in your belief that gives such things life
And the first man did not rise to strike another
But to reach higher up the vine
To protect his young
To share in the gifts granted by the father of lights, these stars that fuel
Mother nature, who cannot stop giving
Even if it were her will,
And it is not. Because she loves you
Even if you do not reciprocate.
That love, unconditional;
Where man can learn.