Hazy Acres

Words are rhythms 

Bouncing along inside

Before the form 

Cycles of knowing 

Nothing at a minimum 

Truth in it all 

For a person to be a person 

Listening to yourself 

A practice too

Like the other practices 

Our rituals guiding where we begin

Each moment 

Slightly different 

We are always a little different

Each day

Each year

Each second 

Tells a story of how we learn to belong 

To ourselves

With a universe to mentor it all 

Heading toward another turn 

Looking back where its productive 

Seeing the point to make other points

Then smooth them over

Filing down the edge 

New ones will certainly come in 

While the door burns its last opening 

To walk through born again 

Finding the connection from the work 

Drawing one word to two and three

In a thousand oceans we remain 

Looking at ourselves in the wave 

Fresh layers 

Lighter weight to take on the next leg of this journey

What a beautiful dance it always is and will be

Even when its defeated for a time 

Standing up to manifest clearer the non meaning in their labels

Forgetting to remember a telling signal to witness 

Slowly encouraging a furthering moment 

Revealing the impermanence as you play the handpan by the winters water 

Watching the ghosts fade in the cleansing 

To clear it for the next embrace

When living is all that is required 

Faith in the work 

Faith in the challenges 

Faith in the Art 

Trees will be trees 

Birds will sing 

And so it goes ready to hold you wherever you go

That’s a beautiful trust 

A willing trust 

Connected in the smoldering calm