Lights out, thoughts projecting the
Sights now, drawn on retina
Song of setting sun, dyes clouds
Impossible colors in bright shrouds
Film developed in dark rooms
Eyes shut mind becomes light source
Stillness envelop as art blooms
Balloons fill, endless expansive
Wind blown weightless dancers
Shapes of aimless grandeur
Play polka dot on the sky's dress
Prove that highlighters fly best
Smiles are bridges that swing low
Provider so villagers reach home
Height reveals what we know
The rise is relative to deep lows
We go up...
Gazing inward encounter lush scenery
In days of winter, found greenery
Gardens of old wounds in full bloom
Heart is a seed hard as can be
Broken open so growth can begin
Tribulations given patience
Till fertile soil, so peace takes root
Bears fruit of these paid dues
Inner seasons in endless cycle
Inner demons, put men on trial
Crystal clear and razor sharp
Then disappear and fade to dark
Leaks levee spring, yes, seek steady streams
Everything is everything
No constraints holding you
We contain multitudes
Of up
A peak of ash warmed by the sun
Feet that climb and light that runs
Dream has ended stay awake
Night will build what day will break
Fractals of an opening
Staying shut, such hopeless thing
Face the music, feed the Muse
Fate is easily amused
The moon is silver full and good
The tune is wind through rock and wood
Patterns appear that run through space
Restless is the one who waits
Breathless as the plunge we take
Are those who swim beneath the waves
But we who move by hoof and foot
Dream of wings to take us up
If we could only rise above this
Leaden heart and gut that plummets
But gravity is merciless
Fight it you'll be the first to quit
So we learned to plant build and grow
We learned to harvest, till and hoe
And sing to make our spirits rise
Through lowest lows and highest highs
And prove that we have an enterprise
As endless as our inner skies
Not fenced in by circumstance
We overcome through art and dance
Gateways found in solitude
The strength to be and follow through
The wisdom needed to hold our own
And when the time comes let it go
Up
Skin prickles eyes dilate
Space becomes an ear and you're the hearing
The world is eye and you the seer
The you. you thought was you, disappears
Releasing like one great sigh
Punctuated by a greater silence