Hazy Acres

Why rock what’s working

A continuing question hanging in the balance

Is it time to open a door

Any door that allows for more

When in truth if it was I might not ask the question

A solidified approach that is infant in it’s ways

To build out of the past 

Synthesis not complete 

Will it ever be 

I guess we never know 

How this lines up with that

And so on 

Then another question 

Maybe its never time

And if its true to just let go and let it come 

How does that live with intention 

If we are to just live without expectation 

I ask these questions while filling cups of wonder

Living in the mind 

One more piece of information 

A paradox of confusion 

Somehow keeping it all together 

Certainly not content 

Wanting to remove that program entirely 

Seems to be the focus 

Seems to be the birds on my wires

Watching the moves

Found a snake on the floor

I don’t kill things that aren’t myself 

What is the meaning 

Do I believe there is meaning there

A message from the universe 

To believe is to have faith 

I want faith in my existence 

If only to motivate a collusion of becoming all of it 

Glancing at paradise

Leaning in the light 

Placing notes for another decision 

Hoping to make less of them over time 

To realize the way 

Sounds are waiting for me to engage 

To guide them through the mixing story 

One last push to another 

I worry its gone even though it waits 

When eyes close I see you there 

Watching me 

All of me 

For a second it looks like earth folding on itself 

Fire burning the doubt 

Water pushing all the elements with one hand 

Up to the furthering 

Some wickedness we accept as a shadow character

Invited no less than the fictional morality is invited

Who made all these rules 

Its a mind fuck 

Weaving in a basket with nihilism and love 

Love is violent 

Nihilism is boring 

Life is a mess of contemplation 

Doing the doers way 

Moving material and non material to different places

Imagine it in double time 

Crazy visuals of fussing over insignificant small themes

We owe nothing to no one 

Energy can’t help but need adjustment

I sense the user when they attempt to use 

What actually matters is a legacy 

Of the making semblance of truth 

To look in the greatness of it all 

Appreciating you’ll never know the full picture 

While nothing sits waiting and you believe in the nothingness 

Having hope in that space is a mastery of very little 

Inside the most important revelations 

Watching the actors play their part in the scenes 

From the start they chose a lesser quality 

To prevent the crazy dance of wise awareness 

Ask yourself to feel yourself when they burn the label on your back 

True test of the evolving 

Play blindly maybe the remedy 

And the answer to the questions 

Predicting is just your experience guiding you astray 

Maybe

But love is violent 

And nihilism is boring 

And we only have one place to go

And we all will go there

We can be a purple hat 

Or a black suit 

We can be a frog in a rabbit race 

Or take showers in public with no water 

We can mold a chair into a plane 

We can dance under the moon and call it the sun 

Underneath the same ignorance 

And in an odd way

It answers the questions 

Why ask for more when more is the nothing you are looking for