Hazy Acres

I have faith in the surrender to what is

Peel the onions

While it sits next to you watch with confidence 

The wave of endless everything 

No more second guessing

Files without edits 

No limitations in a heart unfolding into a river

Stir the soundless majestic 

Then one by one 

Hear the crickets 

Play the bone drums 

Crunch your teeth on burnt kale 

Fold forward beyond the door 

Half in half farther in 

Deeper it goes while the wings grow 

Letting it come 

Water falling onto a pool of undiscovered fish 

Soul to purify the ecosystem 

Loosening grips of socialized expectations 

They framed the dialogue 

Speak in tongues 

Diminish the capacity of doubt they thought was a gift 

No light dims so quickly as one not your own 

Maneuver to the side where it hurts

Own the shadow in your hips 

Lizards from a million miles 

In the seasons 

Coming to your feet to float you home 

Purple veils in a swirling mind 

Black and white shattered 

Let it rest under the rock it lives 

Burn down the opinion 

Define old language wearing a new hat with two feathers 

Give it away when you sense a similar mystic 

Cup the vibrant sun

Two little faces to teach the ways 

Inner milky way 

Birth a star 

You’ve switchback from a paved road 

Finding dirt 

Heavy rock and roots of piled snakes 

Slither to magic in the early hours 

Rotate and knock and listen and fight 

Hovering over quicksand it pivots in a circle 

Around the other symbolic truth 

I have faith to the surrender of what is

What becomes from what became 

Candles lit every morning for my guides 

Every whisper a story 

Every story a revolution obscured

You can haunt my dreams 

I will meet you there with a hood on 

Faceless 

Where all running to the same place

Sit down  

Delete your false vanity 

Vampires in the mirror 

Scars 

Black ink running down the side of each angle 

To communicate the inner reasons 

I have faith to the surrender of what is

And that was before I could see or hear or believe 

In the self that met you before it met itself 

Pop balloons from city to city 

Hidden messages in the other 

Broke pockets 

New era of poverty 

Bold in debt to a faceless crowd 

Fall as hard as the weightless

The birds speak in the winter 

Send them a wink of understanding 

Pellets of new love 

Seeds to water

There is always a harvest to honor 

In the experience