Hazy Acres

Come down to the center 

Bringing gifts 

Sharing energy 

Leaving no trace 

While the world implodes

We stand in the microcosms

Of our minds 

Building the tiny things 

Future building 

Land with the people 

Sharing 

Giving back to the middle

Empowering ourselves

Standing up 

Not still 

With a fever 

Resting when its dark 

For a minute 

Back around again 

Collecting 

Sharing 

Standing up 

Needing more from them 

Needing nothing at the same time 

Looking past the beginning 

People say things 

Things that rhyme

Changing from moment to moment 

On a plain left open 

Remaining free 

In the balance of wanting 

More 

As I deliver

To them 

Myself 

All of me 

With nothing in return 

Just a space to set down the beginning 

Just a space to plants things 

Tiny in the simplest ways 

While it all crashes 

We collect things 

Building 

Staying 

Believing our dreams 

Sometimes