trying to make this crescent moon whole.
waxing as days bleed,
into one another devouring hours with greed,
a seed amongst weeds,
the same new day,
yet an imminent change,
in between the black and white there is a grey
sprinkled amongst the subtleties that we waste,
so set me a standard to attain now,
do not bother asking why and how,
and when I do I shall take a bow,
In the hall of mirrors,
you’ll find them playing rock, paper, scissors..
till each reflection is revealed,
true colours that were concealed,
splashed against glass by the sunshine
a trick of the light
they came tumbling down,
when the image had been found,
to be like nothing more than the sound,
of an instrument in a band,
playing a melody to direct the stories painted by words written by hand,
not the story in and of itself,
which bridged the gap between heaven and hell.
an artist’s way to ring a bell,
alerting the populous without the desire to sell,
Like metaphors they tell it well,
Would it really be so bad?
If I’m honest I’ll be glad,
for tables to turn,
but eventually we earn,
an unexpected burn,
surprise, we learnt,
not to grasp,
with nails that dig and clasp,
beyond the chaotic lack of coordination there is a cue,
clicking into motion the desire to move,
jam to a new groove,
something different to do,
few people choose,
really choose what this is,
without delusion, taking the hint,
emancipated from all the lows and highs,
as they arrive,
it flashed right before our eyes,
learning how to survive,
a crossing off,
some kind of a loss,
washed off by the raindrops,
terminated and floored,
this mission we abort,
just a little life hack,
as the month comes to a close,
we are finally woke,
imminent, we were provoked.
Some things are fated,
the trick is,
not to think,
and before you have the chance to blink,
red softens into pink,
we make a link,
and take a drink,
from the fountain of what it means to exist,
what it means to not sink,
under the pressure,
of the waves that cover,
each and every endeavour,
because reason is stronger..
and there is still more to discover.
You may have heard it before
..but allow me to say it once more.
Energy flows where attention goes.
The strange truth is that resisting it will also do this…
So I say allow it, accept it, examine it…
…and watch it exit.
We are now in the throes of autumn…
Leaves falling, shades of orange, time for some fun…
…transitioning naturally in to a new season…
Gentle winds of change blow…
Cleansing the air, foggy, blurry, be the sun amongst the darkness, let yourself glow…
…by going with the flow…
Being at peace even when the universe seems to always say no…
A blissful awareness…
….transcending all darkness…
Colder days are coming, nature’s own show…
…a truly beautiful display of how lovely it really is to let dead things go.