Hazy Acres

Rolling back time for answers 

Is it there 

Probably not for a new method

Although lessons of the past can be a remedy 

Even after they’ve lingered long enough 

Boredom can win sometimes 

In the chapters read

One sentence of reminder

In the candle light 

While the new trains whistle as they go through this town 

Points in every direction

Hanging on every word 

Pain in the shoulder from a long hold

Asking the gods of this moment to show things 

Once the truth of not tomorrow is realized

Gifts begin to reveal the permanence 

Frozen and rooted

Like the trees 

If only the mind could join the party 

Leaving its repetitive sanctimony for a final burial 

Heard doubts in this head before

Born from the false icons 

Assessments that evolve with the normals 

Choose not the way of limitations 

Fine to want to feel the entire landscape 

Without the rhythms there is no clues 

Or lights in a new way form an old way 

Pushing on the last piece in a threshold 

Dripping sweat in another sliver of time that challenges 

Call on an eagle 

Smells roses in a store where they also sell coffee 

Manners of the unhinged heart 

Hello and thank you while holding the swinging doors 

Allowing time to swiftly do as it wishes 

Learn the art of detachment in the lonely space 

Reframing all what has been defined 

Before this penetrating surrender 

Drawing the way 

Armed with a slew of ripped baggage 

Shredding the stitching as quiet energy waits 

In the soft edges water moves toward 

Around the rocks and limbs 

Debris from their stormy forecasts 

Each action uncovering the heavier quilts 

Turn on the faucet and watch in the centers 

Outside the prior structure 

To have an invisible intention 

Is not ours to own but to express in the sturdy study hours

If the words have letters

And it takes only ten to understand 

Seven are falling off a wall with the fade 

Different eras of wallpaper 

Some burnt others eroding 

Fresh paint across the foyer 

Crawling over on a platform with wheels 

New languages are making new widgets 

Little by little 

One spec one action 

Differences own the room 

Live there to see the similar 

Collect the armory of wise understanding 

Natural instinctive reality of the human experience 

Commonality is unmistakable 

Beauty in freeing choice 

When the dark rises 

It will have become a glow in the middle 

Revealing the path for all