to
spawn sunshine, surreal majesty, to exist in Latin America. belying emotion,
mind forces, jaguar beauty and pride; to dream of canines, royal estates, and
too many acres to occupy. such lilies near the outskirts, weeds suffocating
crops, weather harsher those feelings. as working overtime, stressors, facts,
and well-wishing; flipping a coin, hoping on a breakthrough, never surrendering
to the open skies. needing more, something acute, in alignment with interior
oats. the ape in man—the deeper universe—a desperate type of outlook. over
Belizean rice, a neat lamb, never quite fathomed what would occur. such
trespassing—intricateness—tampering right aside the margins. (related as we seem—lurking on platforms—a
soul aching with suspicion.) a basin filled with water, a baby bathed gently,
we watch closer, seeing washed marsh, uncertain of the clean person before
us. a soul will have music, it will
settle inside of him, others will classify his music. the entire understanding is flowering—the
days are with wilderness—those with differences are asked for thoughts: to
uncover the sea tulip, the waterlily, those wings trying to remain with
silence. souls spend time washing
thoughts away—the most critical component on earth—it might be the mind—that shadow,
a sudden swiftness, needing guidance.
