Hazy Acres

Eventually 

Happening 

Inside the outside 

What has the image become 

Ocean full of ideas 

Choices to exist  

With or without 

Center stage in the story 

Writing on invisible walls 

Throughout the film

Watch the regular vibrations 

Draw on them crookedly 

Its comfortable this way 

As a solo 

In a charming atmosphere

Full of too much 

Create space between you and them 

Each moment a little less edge to needing 

As the body heals 

Little moments become magnified 

Hyper realized 

And joy is living in a small hut

Inside the language 

Inside the contemplation 

Predicable ones with the fear

Controlling the tiny action 

From a shoe lace to a gas pedal 

Lying there under it

As it seems less likely to happen 

Small messages appear 

Bit more light in the spaces 

To keep going 

On a widening plain through the universe 

Drawing before walking 

Smiling before it smiles 

Or sitting faceless in the mystic 

Which is just a view reframed different

This morning 

Let it be said to the winds and the ways 

As standing still we are 

The pondering rhythm 

Welcome