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.
They’re always there, though we don’t always see them.
They don’t change. We do.
And, every once in a while, we run into them, and we wonder, how did I not see it before now?
As I walk,
Others move on.
We’re sharing this space.
We’re like chords in a song.
And we all have a part.
But we’re lost in forever.
By the meaning of together.