october daze

leaves shift

time strays the blue moon

hangs loose on the horizon

what have we done

we cry to shadows

our presence comforts

but does not last


this hard life

is long and painful

short and beautiful

busy and listless

we have chosen each quality

and mesmerize ourselves

through each bastion


play the game we say

done with it all


but then watch the trees

notice the wind

return to the love

and renew begin again this Truth

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gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be

whispers of the water

waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn

redirect

amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming

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