Hazy Acres

Synchronicity 

It’s happening in films

On food boxes

Messages on billboards

Chatter from people I don’t know

In nature when its freezing

And coming on the heels of debate within myself

Regarding where I stand 

What ways do I determine values

How has my experience changed them

Have they 

What is a quiet mind 

If this is the right track

Should it feel wobbly

Are we different by the second 

In yoga that’s accepting life as it is 

Standing while shaking 

These are metaphors 

Applied to all things in and around it

Letting it flow 

Being one with the movement 

Not stopping the agitation 

Allowing it to pass by 

Understanding the truth of its truth 

Being honest where we are

Not pushing beyond our current form

Art is a friend 

Rick Rubin gets it

Maybe more truth in how I feel 

In his words 

More than anything I’ve read 

I skim around lots of ideas heading for one place

Stack of pages from other minds  

Their impression is born from their attention 

In the details as they see it 

Not for me to care or judge 

But to participate as an honest actor 

Carving on a boat 

Heading down a deepening river  

Of my own

Its difficult to let go of what you can’t fully capture

This gives play in creating a full spectrum of material 

Reaching the limits 

For a service to growing with or without solidity 

As simple as taking a step 

One direction ideally 

The second one is truer 

If left off an expectation 

Assumption kill a kind soul 

Leading to blocks in the energy to take a gamble on an offering 

Places we don’t get to see 

Being vulnerable allows the feeling 

Insecurity a powerful truth 

Allowing to come out in expression a gold mine of humanity 

Leaning on such qualities a connection to higher collaborators 

If that goes away or is hidden

And violently forbidden

You’re omitting important pieces that make the cylinders run smoothly 

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