Duality.

Stripped of any former expectations I had for myself
Stripped of any monetary gain
And wearing the pain
Of a thousand decisions
That seemed like a good idea at the time
There is a war that's been waging on inside me
Waging on for years...
Between a realist and an imagineer
They bring me to tears
As the realist continues to confirm my fears
While the imagineer calls them all liars...

But I can't take sides.

For the realist helps me survive
While the imagineer gives me hope
Keeps me afloat
In times where I can't find the boat
Can't find the wind in my sails...

So, I can't take sides
I can only hope to bring both
Together...

And perhaps then
My purpose will be revealed.

Aloneliness.

She spoke of her 'aloneliness'
And the word seemed to peer out from the page at me
Peer out, and with the eyes of an archer
Took aim, and shot an arrow straight through me.

And as I looked down at my wound
I found one piercing and beautiful irony:
I am you, and you are me
So, alone we cannot be!
We are one
Trying to understanding itself
Through infinite views
Infinite me's and you's...
So by knowing this
We must trust
Trust that this 'aloneliness' is but an illusion
Trust that what we are looking for
Is also looking for us
Trust.
For we are all in this alone,
Together.

Seeing is...

The weather is grey
But your hearts are made of sun
You have not forgotten
Just open your windows
These are your eyes
Use them wisely to see
Your innate magic
And your inherent world of possibility.

Are you...?

On days like today, I am left wondering;

Are you a garden now?

For this is how

You continue to exist inside my reality.

A tree,

A flower...

These days, this is how we speak

Tongue in cheek

Using the quiet, colourful sign language

Of nature.

Reminders.

I caught a twinkle in her eye.

She stopped me in my way.

Amid the sunlight spilling over this new day.

We, the early morning folk mopping up its rays
Grateful for a hint of Summer's mess
My pockets empty, but my heart, no less
Full,
With possibility
I know I will make it through this...

For mornings yawn with hope
And sparkle with the stardust
Strewn, left behind
From the night time's dream boat
Trolling the subconscious, the higher mind
For magic to make-manifest...

So awake now, we captains of imagination!
Awake, we cowboys and cowgirls of free thought!
Awake with what we have discovered
And let us ride toward the sunset
Abandoning all we have been taught
So that we may look at life through the lens of sheer wonder once more...

And with this, I landed back in my body.

Amid the sunlight spilling over this new day.

I smiled back at her,
Tracing the lines of a life's map, now rich with age
Toward the treasure; a pair of sparkling eyes.
And on top of these, I saw my reflection in her glasses...
My map, far less formed
But containing the same treasure
Blinking,
Twinkling...
Caught!

Reminders.

Of our dream weavers.
Our intangible counterparts.
They visit us in the most ordinary of places
So that those who have forgotten their sparkle
May awake, as they recognise that unspoken magic in eachother's faces.

A Different Kind Of Peace.

When you're finished running away from who you really are
Who you really are,
Will still be there waiting for you
With open arms
In all its beautiful and imperfect glory.

The only question is,
Can you return the embrace?
When you can,
You will find a peace like no other.

Night Time.

Night time,
You are my friend
Night time
When your curtain falls
My hand to you, I extend
And this is when
You pull me up into your sky
Where my dreaming flies high
And where fears from my day
Fall away
As we play
With imagination
Among the stars.

Night time,
I am cradled by your crescent moon
Wrapped in the blanket of your endless galaxies
And inspired by the message your darkness gestures toward me...

You are right. Tomorrow is a new day.

Translation.

I always knew it

But it wasn't until you said it back to me
That same idea
Just different words
Different sounds...
The unison in placing two feet on the ground,

The magic of translation:

Giving birth
To the inspired nation
...of an idea
The seed
That chameleon of creation
Always trying to communicate, that which is beyond the self
That which manifests itself over and over...
Yes!
That same idea
Just different shapes
Different colours...
And the unison that comes with fighting their barriers,

To find the magic of unexplored territory...

Yes! Let us be lost in translation!
So that we may discover, that which is beyond the self
And in doing so, become the fullest expression of
All
that
is.
For
all
that
is,
exists
now.