Growth Spectrum

I try harder, at this miracle experience, a touch frustrated, at miracle routines: this so-so feeling, our desert hydrant, and our wilderness doubters: those miracle dreams, our miracle channels, those miracle alliances: if but a moon-child, or a sun-baby, our parallels seem similar: this rosy race, our last finish, at quarrels with an endless cycle.     We sing for newness, a bit worried about newness, a bit challenged by existence: or needing newness, this rush through lights, or adrenaline speaking favors: our beautiful sceneries, our mauve roses, or exotic behavior seems our solution: as one for inner markets, as something gratifying, I find wonder in fantasies: that perfect friend, this balanced agenda, or song-eagles piercing our horizon: at such a big map, unenthused to travel, an overly introverted person: but stars are tugging, where psychologists watch, where philosophers put together an inductive argument: indeed, that meditative venue, those meditative junctures, or losing something genuine: our lamps flickering, our kettles whistling, our spouses at pure observation.     Life was moving fast; Our dreams appeared so close; It was exciting to know by newness: our bouncing ball, our table of jumping-jacks, or this game of UNO: our lamb with gravy, our rice with honey, our broccoli with soy: or uncanny essence, those faster experiences, those extroverted inner movies: where Reality wouldn’t appear, as something aloof, while Reality appeared as interested in our perceptions: to fly gently, observant of magnet gravity, with several feelings that appeared as normal: Reality thought like us, and sang like us, only to discover that Reality was observing us.     We used to ask questions, and we used to run through fields, and it felt good to worry about Life: this endless adventure, our trips to the dentist, our Moms & Pops Burger spots: that tender control, that loose perception, that inner realization: this mathematical universe, our clever responses, or this eagerness to participate: at good manipulation, where friends laugh, while pursuing careers: our first car, our third kiss, or that mythical, religious, experience: to decide upon Christianity, or to know for so long—this family tradition: or become Buddhist, or that first tattoo, while outgrowing several beliefs: those sky-ladders, that pit of realities, or realizing something abstract appears musically concrete.     Some are glowing, at Life with aggression, with a sort of childlike zeal: while others are raking existence, a bit heavy with concerns, or feuding with instincts: this thing about environment, this agony about nurture, where both play a crucial role in perception: such furious realities, as our worlds spin rapidly, while we grapple with particular philosophies: our days burning fuel, our evenings eating pizza, and our nights rehashing our activities: while looking forward, this thing about tomorrow, or that weather forecast: such anxiety alters, our souls pull backwards, to remember tales about adulthood: thitherto, this list of habits, our bodies responding to Life, our agonies becoming full-proof friends.     We sense subtle sadness; We come to our mirrors; and, in truth, We feel grateful for Life: this tender entity, combined of persons, and a bit chaotic: those kids swinging, our natural responses, plus, those few pet-peeves: at small temper-tantrums, concerning something, He should have known, or holding particular grudges over things that appeared too real: this land of inner responses, where perception becomes familiar, as we respond to Aces, Kings, and Queens: our delicate movies, our inner cathedrals, our religious perspectives: those trinkets dictating existence, those old diaries, to skim-through twenty years later: or lost memoirs, our reasons for destroying property, indeed, those courageous, intricate, and magnanimous reasons: at tender rites, cooking our stews, and baking our banana-nut bread: where lights appear suddenly, our threshing floors, this capable Reality: at cyan wings, or phoenix elixir, while confronting our ethical axioms.