Is it Rude to Conclude, you’re-unwilling-to-change?
That your head’s very-much-in-the-Sand?
If not, may we talk? I’m talking simple debate.
I’m just wanting to Understand.
Can’t you see that I care? In your interest, I’m here.
I can see that you’re set in your Way.
But, give me a chance. I’m suggesting, more-time;
A gift for the taking, Today.
One issue seems, periphery. What is it we can see? I think of us with blinders on, and, Forest for the trees.
Perhaps we all are bound; restricted by our mind. The extent to which we’re open, will dictate what we find.
The hawk knows of boundaries, yet plays in the Wind. Accepting of nature, she spreads her Wings.
It’s a beautiful sight, that I’m privileged to See. And, that I’m privileged to consider; that she’s here with Me.
There are those who won’t look at me in the eyes.
And, there are those who have, and who have lied.
So sad these people, not dealing with truth.
Perspective is reality? Then, how varied our realities. How complex our existence, yet simple.
So close, yet so far we are from the way life is.
Can’t be the same as yesterday. There’s more than we have seen.
Better than we’ve been before. It must have been a dream.
Realized from from a man. That’s what lies ahead. Not just dreams, but what we see, when we are not in bed.
Like a key that’s lost. You look and look.
It won’t show up til you turn the page in the book.
Like the light you need. You don’t know if it’s there.
But, it reveals itself, as you’re becoming aware.
It’s a matter of focus. We see what we can.
Our eyes adjust, once we understand…
How to see things differently.
When you judge (negatively) someone’s Action,
You’re missing the mark, if it’s not with Compassion.
We lash-out from within. Often, from Pain.
But, you have to ask, what does it Change?
What was, is. What is, will Be.
If you can allow things to be, you’ll come to See…
That there is such a thing as Karma. And, we most-often regret throwing-knives.
Y’all eager, and want to.
But, don’t-know-what-it-is to-be-high
Dealt with. Gambled. Lost.
Went back. Attacked.
Jack’s gone. But, here.
Queer. Right? The fight.
And back again.
Over and over again.
All up in it. Unavoidable.
Stare at it, if you like.
Ain’t goin nowhere.
If it’s bullshit.
Stand there. With it.
With it? See. Believe me.
Me you me. He is.
So take the dates
And run with them.
If not, don’t press your luck.
Or, do. Your choice.
You know, the voice.
We told ya so.
Below the floor;
The one we built;
Father, and those before.
So, some can’t even see it.
Don’t know it’s even there.
We’re all in this together.
Don’t run, cause you are scared.
We all have pain.
We’re in this thing together.
We’re all living in reality. Few are connected with it, in a truly meaningful way. Few have glimpsed our potential, muchless connected with it.
If one cannot feel and understand what we are and what we have to give to others, than he’s missing the point, and living a shallow life.
We see others as we’re able to see ourselves. So, think well of yourself. Try to find the best of yourself, within the best story of what life is. Then you will be able to see others in a positive light. And, then you’ll be able to show others the light that exists within them.
I see the hawks, and I hear their cries.
I notice the ground, and dead butterflies.
I think, many don’t, and that they’re missing out;
Consumed with consumerism and
Filled with doubt,
And entirely focused within their story,
Of the way Life is.
A shame, I’d say, to not notice nature.