Hazy Acres

Seeing the peace

As it rests on its own

Just an inch away 

From the sense of it 

The hour is closing 

While I still think 

Of it 

Time to time 

More so now 

Long winding rivers

Floating 

In peace 

Standing up for the right things 

In the mind 

Hearts and souls 

Earthy and the form of them 

Not always seeing it

Off in the distance 

A tribe is brewing 

Not to save 

To see

To express

What are we 

Visions of bright flowers

Falling around us 

As we swirl in it 

Stepping out of a version 

Stepping away from it 

Forecasting the plan

With only desire

Long stories of the heart

Nothing forced 

You can be anything 

Today 

While everything waits 

For the intention 

Strong borders firstly 

Cast them away 

From the sacred center 

In kind thoughts 

All the way home 

Connected