Reflection is a mighty endeavor
Seeing all that has come
What stays
And floats away
Even as we hold on in our own ways
Matchsticks are the former frames
Simple in their burning ghosts
Holding by threads
Many things have come
And rightfully gone
Honoring the new mentality
This river won’t move until we let it all go
However it looks
It must be done
Feeling the vibrations shake our souls
Shame is the last soldier before the take over
And when it fades its a magical reality
For what reality can be for each one of us
Thousands of steps between the lines
Letters floating all around forming new grooves
Forgetting what love meant then
As it will come again
In a pilgrims eyes
Stabilizing the new rock beds in shallow waters
Until water rises to the knee
Until we are forced to swim as the currents build
In a storm we will certainly create
This time prepared in a different way
Less of as hold on meaning
With meaning being a formless truth
I can stand here as you stand there
And I can carry the heavy stones you’ve placed on me
I move with the tigers and fly with the ships
Bigger pictures
Soft hues with black openings
To walk toward a twilight
Restful experimental
Memories with tents unzipped
Scattered across the summits
Cold air and thin bodies
Grasping the cosmos
Being pulled from side to side
Anchors best intention to ride the wind
So wild in discovering
Ready to fall in our equality
There can be a line between the stars of our energy
Poems can be sent in a dirty bottle
Finding their way through the gates
Longing for a reply
While knowing the teachings of this lesson
Kindness is a faith
In the absence of cruelty
Pain isn’t the opposite of happiness
Happiness lives in the absence of pain
As we stroll with the travelers
Nomadic minds rooted
Hazy Acres 
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