Burn it to the ground,
before the flames died down,
these illusions were the light,
like candles in the night,
casting shadows in the smoke,
something beautiful and bespoke,
emerged from the dead, we awoke,
this potential that had been simmering below the surface,
has broken free and we find one purpose,
has taken it’s place,
amongst the blaze,
of time and space,
atrophy, and eventually the cycle,
has endured a rebirth,
of fire and earth.
…because how much is it worth?
Does it matter who did it first…
There are no mistakes,
At the finish line it all turns out to be fake.
Somethings you just cannot break
Without chasing anything…without a care…
Stories, stolen glory.
A type of wealth,
Found in and of the self.
Reaping what you sow.
Using it to grow.
The attention that you pay,
Will not only affect your day.
But your entire way…
…whether choose to leave or stay…
..and the things you choose to say.
Unattached and in my zone.
Content in the midst of chaos
Accepting what was.
It simply went by.
Was never meant to be mine.
So now I can reflect and truly say, goodbye.
state of zen
knowing exactly when..
..to give a hand to lend,
love to send,
yet my consciousness will not bend…
In fact I will transcend,
only ever learning,
Pain is a disguise,
a mirror for what’s inside,
says the wise.
Offering a hint of advice.
A life lesson
..and not just a one hour session.
Fear not, you’re truly not in that deep…
I can seek that you are not meek.
You will go far.
these encounters forgotten in a blink.
Exaggerated…a magnifying glass,
Think I’ll take a pass.
Distortions of the mind’s eye
Sometimes…oftentimes it’ll lie.
A match to your past experiences.
Healing ever faster.
Dealing with it with joy and of course laughter
Sense of self,
Don’t ask how.
Truth is vibrating ever loud
Ring, calling, breaking the ground.
No longer bound.
Embrace the changes and be ready to astound.