Been around long enough to see things
Feeling what is actually there
Mystical vibrations
Been making excuses to not sound like an ass
Not truth to deny what we sense
Special vibrations all can access
Life which is filled with fear hold it back
Hold back the words we should say
An action to take
The chances we’ve missed
But the regret fades as we see clearer
Making the position to move forward free
Sadly those we expect to be there end up
What we suspected
Attachments making it harder for us to grow
I’ve seen this a million times over in my inability to believe
In what I can do
That was before now
Here is home without anyone to ground my imagination
Power in the movement
Power in the sound
Power in the words
Power in the drive
Power knowing opinions are not our own truth
So they don’t get it
I don’t get them
All the same in a large circle shaking about
Water beats rock
Rocks sink
Gamers lose their games
Signs show the way
The universe will shake your entire world to get you back home
In yourself for whatever that means to you
Only if its bold in what that means to you
Collective reasoning
Morality without trust and perceptive falsities
Casting wicked themes in your inner dialogues
Let them play together
Carelessly on a swing up and down
Free to be it all
I keep learning these lessons
It keeps showing me the way
Whispers and screams
Anger and peace
Love defined by someone else
These are the boundaries
Defining our values and who we know we are
In the deep forrest that needs the light
Needs the microphone
Don’t fight the goodbyes
Give them water and food and kindness
And your goodbyes
Along the perimeter others will cross your path
Saw her in a new coffee shop
We made eye contact that silenced the room
Smiles you contemplate after the millisecond is gone
I might not see her again
The moment was the gift
I’ll go back to check and see if the universe is up to something
My instinct are telling me to
And if not
My mindset believes its possible this way
Alone or together
All the same
Community isn’t real without real people
Under their surfaces
The tribe that could be
As it stirs we can jump in or hold the spoon
Are you a spoon
Are you a vat
Or the witness holding it all
Outside the frame
Hazy Acres 
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