those thoughts
tripped and fell
and were lost
to the cracks
in the sidewalk
to that world
where ants dig
out after down
pours of rain
where weed
seeds gather
and create a
micro climate
amid scorching
suns in July
those thoughts
can only be
found again
through use of
a screwdriver
and patience
the value of nothing
is priceless
yet doing nothing
is something
allowing what
will be is silencing
the will in
the great emptiness
of choosing
not to choose
it's surrendering the will
to the one who gave it
everything and anything
will always find nothing
for there is inertia in
both stillness and movement
and the void will not
last long
I can feel it
every time
I'm reminded
that all of it
isn't just a
figment of
some dream
that all the
signals and
all the little
crumbs that
someone has
left along the
trail are true
they are all
guidance on
my path to you
somewhere in the outer
orbit the stardust glimmers
somehow inside you that
same stardust glimmers
sometime that stardust
will return to the outer orbit
somewhere in the peripheral
the light shines brightest
somehow the brightest light
comes from within you
sometime you will learn
to let that light shine out
somewhere just out of reach
the sweetest music plays
somehow the sweetest music
resounds from within you
sometime everyone will hear
the sweetest music from you
somewhere, somehow
sometime other than just now
is the moment that has
been waiting forever for you
buried at the bottom
of the grave isn't
the body of her husband
but the widow weeps still
deep within the earth
rests a ship within
a glass bottle sealed
in wax sealed in soil
crystal sings from glass
that encases the sails
as three cards are pulled
hermit, magician, fool
the crystal cracks as
earth rises and winds blow
and from the sea is seen
a smile from a not so strange stranger
a green light glimmers
off bronze glazed skin
in a pool of gold stones
and blue colored gems
Mushika lays at the feet
of an elephant divine
who's flanked by tarot
and a spent cone of pine
the scales hold the cusp
of bull and twins energy
weighing the gravity
of true destiny's synergy
under the upcoming moon
in the blue archer's time
will the ship finally sail
to a dime and another dime
these two eyes
one sees from the soul
the other's vision
comes from the mind
they cross when
they disagree with
what's in sight
a true deliberation
of the meaning
of any interaction
with the external world
they roll when
they are chasing after
whatever they think
may be important
to self preservation
they wink when
they want the other
to miss something
the one wants to focus on
and they cry when
they agree
