…those
fairer rebukes, capitalized with sadness, to receive a distress signal; this
wretched man, or this confused soul, abandoned to roads we’ve paved; a delicate
daughter, a firmer friend, and endless competition; years in vogue, piano
harmonicas, while tears have blessed us; but pain whistles, those dark rooms,
this empty closet; so quick for asylum, so justified internally, while stories
became abstractions; such lethal fires, abased by disposition, searching for
another daughter; those sky-banners, this air-blimp, while appreciating
subtleties; this gray horizon, this magenta rainbow, as time seemed to turn
against us; such feral ideas, such enriched ideals, while wrongs appear to
touch us; an idyllic universe, a toolkit of utilities, or a sorrow reaching
deeply; those fajita dynasties, those famous tacos, or a slice of cheesy pizza;
this foolish man, such foolish pride, but waning in determination; that strong
implorement, against a trauma-center, lashing-out at something misappropriated;
our kind dismissal, our harsh realism, while a soul tries to mask its face;
this box of abandonments, this wall by confusions, those years reaping chaos;
herewith, something damaging, our actions building our countenances….
…as
a cryptic desire, something seeming simplistic, but requiring pure
concentration; this one time leap, into a celestial atmosphere, whereby, we
pray out our intestines; not merely utter a few words, not merely satisfy a request,
but mindful and mindstuff effusion; it may aid something inside, this weeping
undercurrent, and it might shift our energies; for days have become foggy,
while a man has to defog his senses, or a woman has to try invisibilities; our
pork with rice, our greens with ham, our burritos while outstanding; this
fairer rebuke, this fairer reasoning, if but to gain inward clarity; as souls
in cedarchests, or spirits in chandeliers, or dominoes writing a particular
encryption; this challenge for many, this task for some, or this remedy to a
few hassles; if but an attempt, if but a repeated timeout, if but an accidental
and planned immergence….
…so
terribly difficult, to get into that space, that redemptive segue; to
recalculate our anger, to give it to our earth, to flush-out something that hurts;
to attempt at freedom, if but for sanity, if but to teach our spirits; indeed,
an untethered feeling, but a chartered island, for one was bathed afore in its
countenance; if but to realize self, if but to release heaviness, if but to
love by renown; our curious minds, to adventure that light, to need something
extra in life; this seating in space, this going into that location, this felt
radiation; something so natural, something so personal, while reaching into
this atmosphere; it comes with patience, one must concentrate, and one must
find a focal point; this songstress inside, this genuine language, plus,
determination….
…but
fire is determined, maybe a new manifest, maybe more of an unlocking; to dance
in robes, a mind filled with ancients, looking at former king and queen
mystics; those years that dungeon, this remarkable assistance, if but to
determine a safer location; such violin harmony, such a difficult concern,
while one might be uneasy; our colorful tree-oceans, our seas at force, our
ships sailing to Vienna; our minds unveiling, this sudden realization, these pretty
imageries….
I
sense a reluctance, or maybe my projection, where something loathed shouldn’t
offer lights; but imagine something keen, a woman undisclosed, and carrying a
mental gantry; if time was gentle, and space was concerned, would they not put
destiny in her hands; this true requirement, incumbent upon humans, where our
mental life is our responsibility; to fly at a sudden second, to become so
attuned, while generating a life-giving aura. (Mindfulness?)
