Hazy Acres

Buttercups along a simple path

Feet on dirt simply

Strolling along seeing how it works

In the unknown

Science guides us to a place

Feeling it all picks up from there

Then there’s the energy we can’t define

And should not define

For if it is to be simple

Then we are to let it be 

Over rocks and ghosts dangling on the sky eye

Taking what we absorb inward

Allowing it to wash over our intent

If we are to have it simply 

How it builds and crumbles

Grows flowers in the ash 

Asking for guidance knowing we can trust 

In the simplicity to be as everything else does 

Clocks tinker in the magic

Telling a story 

As we write it on our maps of existing 

This we learn is tricky 

Steering us from our plain 

These plans of pressure 

Communicating meaning for reasons not clear

As the titles run in our minds 

Labels to defend 

Formulas to erase and draw again 

Trouble stirs the greatness 

As mistakes teach 

Choosing to see how we belong 

Hoping for serenity 

Each day a subtle nudge toward fullness

Filling our cups with proper sugar goodness

Oh how the magicians bring it back 

And us as well 

Boomeranged to a rightful place

Stones as markers

To remember which way to go 

Needing nothing but a truth we continue escalating

Within the primitive paintings 

Stick figures building fires

Dyes made of leaves 

Lines under an eye of seasons 

Contemplating a layers place 

As it shall wear in and around

The playing chimes 

Oddly the words start to come 

Helping us figure some levels of symmetry 

As the interiors shifts in the slight 

To keep us on our toes 

And we light it just to release 

Yet again we remain

Washed over by the waters of experience  

Flowers of wild vibrations 

Simply to share