Body's heavy-rock
Mind's scattered all over
Bring me inner peace

In a mirror's honest gaze, I utter...
Dear Thomas,
This is my word to you
Belief is a feast of the eyes
And knowledge-
The power of the mind
But are you wise?
Yes! Til the doubt feasts on you
Like a rat slowly eating
The edges of your life
Taking away everything-
Confidence, wisdom and intelligence,
Defecating trails of struggle and pain
Leaving traces of misery.
What a way to learn.

To the future me...
Believe in yourself
To the past, it was a good lesson,
In the present,
Like a farmer, you stand
in the middle of the field-
That looks everything like your life
Watching... It is a filmstrip,
Detailed images here and there
A few parched areas,
Dying blades of grass
Hopeless crops darted across the field,
But there you are - standing
And hoping for a chance of rain,
A miracle perhaps-which you doubt-
Questioning,
'Will it quench the dry earth?'

Alas, your sweat provides little moisture
To survive a few struggling blades of grass
That humbly open their thin arms
To receive a few drops of life.
They look hopeful, and grateful
So should you.

It is so easy to get lost in the ether
Floating in the thick of doubt
Or contrived little demons poking holes in confidence.

I tether myself to the wild,
Breathe in verdant meadows,
Covered in vivid colored petals,
Tickled by butterfly wings and busy honey bees.

I am anchored —
To the orchards,
To the ancient oaks
Whispering knowledge through shaken branch
And shaken leaves under a zephyr breeze.

I am renewed in the river currents,
Water splashing, dashing along my dirtied palette
Cleansing the soot and sulfur,
Refreshed by drinking her endless waters.

It is too easy,
To let the past be a shadow
But I chase the sun,
Basking in the glory of it’s conflagration
How it warms and bakes olive tones to golden browns.

I am safe within the cornfields,
At home within the caves and waterfalls,
Unstoppable amongst the arboreal giants.
A timber wolf, howling at moonlight
A blue jaw calling in the distance,
A boy healed from a world of pain,
A man has grown to shower love on nature
A father who watched his flower blossom,
A man who didn’t let toxicity ruin wonder
Imaginative, in the ways to create.

A new day comes,
The light cascades
I coalesce with the green,
One with nature,
One with life,
One soul,
Anchored,
But free to roam.