I hear the sun setting.
can you hear it too?
it sounds
like
the beginning
of something new.
it frightens me.
yet, it welcomes you.
I’m not sure if I like it.
No.
I don’t like it.
but,
do you?
in the deep night,
I still
hear that soft
silence
beckoning so sweetly.
the sun rises,
without you.
i heard nothing
crescendo at dawn.
did you?
I’ll never know,
but i do know
that you know
that
I love you.
listen………
breathe……………,
and hear the nothing-
ness
that explodes from your nurtured heart.
inspired by a million little
instances,
each one
more perfect than
a
single
grain
of
sand.
there is a song in that quiet empty.
a song of longing,
a song of love.
let the song take you.
let it
make you.
open your chest and join the chorus.
this is your song
too.
a thirst for adventure
but not the water in your bowl.
…
a hunger for affection
but not meat and bones.
…
you have appetites still,
that this world cannot fill.
so prepare to continue on your way.
preparing yourself.
preparing us.
why must you go
and leave me?
so many journeys we’ve taken
together.
but on this one,
you go
alone.
you will live in my heart, and my sweet memories
(of course that’s what they ALL say),
but
I want your stinky fur in my nose.
I want your cold nose pressed to my neck.
I want to see you run
free,
constantly teaching
me how
to be a free
being.
But your job is done:
My soul IS free.
My heart is full.
My most precious treasure,
protected, safe, and STRONG.
we are wiser
for you.
for you,
my lovely beast.
lost in this world, but
for you.
thank you
shadowy tendrils
of doubt
strengthen tested infirmities:
real and imagined.
do i really deserve to fly?
do i really deserve to dream?
am i right,
to love without reason?
have i truly set myself free?
anger
fear
and righteousness
all fell
away (not too long ago).
but doubt-
fed by desire,
creativity,
and hope,
shrinks and grows with every breath.
how do i bear this love for life?
how do i live this love for me?
how do i share this love with the world?
and,
how do i share this love with you?
—–just shaddup and buy the damn game.—–
—————the Time is Now———–
look at that leaf,
twirling downwards and
spinning so sweetly.
a magical nature interlude.
What divine
and
simple pleasures surround us in every moment.
then
crash,
into a wet pile
of cat shit.
fate flickers,
and twists
your nose.
again.
desire burns
all fears
away.
joy
tickles every chore
histories of pain
mold and rot;
while the same
sweet memories age the soul,
like wine.
no success awaits,
for it
has always been
here,
next to you, holding your hand.
will you not take my hand,
please?
toe
to heel and
heel
to the stars,
you know not where
or why
you go.
but go you do.
go,
you must.
the answer
roils
under the pungent musk of dead leaves.
whispered there by ravens
and crows
and mice.
the hour draws near,
and you walk.
and you walk on.
all paths lead to love.
but will your path lead to her?
and you walk on.
Bounding
Racing
Inspiring
Me.
Old pup,
I miss you.
Limping
Living
savoring.
Young fart,
I love you.
Time
Runs
Intrepid.
Embrace
Infirmity,
With grace.
Because
there is no
other way.
Older,
And
Cunning…
Your eyes have faded.
But ‘Gus my friend,
I see
You
When darkness
came
crowding in
leaving no room for solitude,
he looked up
and
believed,
in me.
So I do too.
there are none.
seriously.
there is only
you
+
love.
so don’t plan…
dont
ever
plan-
She doesnt like that.
you cannot be a Mistress
or a Master
of the Universe. (She is not the obedient type)
take your journey
and
walk your path
but
at some point
(most likely many points)
She will roundhouse kick you in the face
with life; or
She will drop kick you in the back of the head
with Love;
so go ahead and plan, for a giggle.
or,
set sails full
and let Her
take you
to
where you need to be.
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