A place to be

so lost for so long
no longer wandering
it was always there...
looking the other way
til gravity gave way
this energy from you...
that we share
through it i see
a future, a place to be

A detour

Wandering the forest,
I happen upon on a new path.
As beautiful as it is treacherous
I pause at this crossroads

Do I continue forward
Ignoring this opportunity?
Walking aimlessly hollow and alone

Or do I take the path
Risking my life
exploring the unknown

What awaits me,
I do not know.

In a life of constant uncertainty
One thing I know for certain.

Anything worth something
Comes with a risk.
I will take the detour.

Ramblings..

Imagine a Soul
As a sphere of ever changing consciousness
When we have contact with other people
the spheres join in some fashion
In essence to leave some of themselves behind on the other
They trade ideas, stimulate each others growth, and move on

Every time You have contact with others
You leave a piece of your soul in them
With an open mind and open heart
You too will have a piece of them in you.

This is how we evolve as a species.

Radical ideas are polarized
They aren't wrong
They Simply are only half right.

Through all the people we come in contact with
each day

Surely someone else sees what is happening here
Somebody has to see whats going on
My mind melds with your mind
Or sometimes they don't meld at all
Sometimes they repel each other
People remind me of magnets

Walking around
attracted to this
repelled by that

The magnetic center
of the collective consciousness
is where the relative true center lies

If a mind/soul were to have felt
the change of a Relative magnetic center
They would be equipped to depolarize it
To bring it to the True center of all things.

I imagine it like a circle
on the x and y graph
going around the center at (0,0)

A Freed Magnet can will the collective
in a direction as close to the center as the mind allows
A freed magnet must be neutral.
Then at will it synchronizes with a situation
in order to balance the equation

The Nature of Unreality

It's a gnarled path through the thick woods
The nights are cold and lonely
This often visited place sees few visitors
A world within a world
I roam this land
Waiting for another
To forge the lifeforce
As a reflection of us.

As i roam,
I see past places
Forged by people long gone
I'm on an island.
Or am I still in the woods?
This place changes like a dream.

Is this place real?
It's hard to tell these days
What's real and what's not
Where does Truth become Lie?
Where does Reality meet Imagination?
It feels more real than reality.

This plane can't be touched with hands
But it can be felt through them.
You can be heard without ever opening your mouth.
It is the medium through which true connections felt.
Felt by all, acknowledged by few.
I will forever roam this place.

Butterfly

Like a butterfly of light
You've fluttered before my eyes

Yet I didn't see

You were so small compared to everything around me
Yet even then everything was nothing

How did i see nothing
When everything was right there

Walking closer
Fluttering no more

It became a world unto itself

Tree Dreams

A little tree looked up at the sky each day
rooted in spot watching the clouds drift

One day the little tree said to a much larger tree

I wish I was a cloud

The large tree replied that the little tree could never be a cloud

but that it could be any tree it wanted to be

Many days had passed and the little tree became a big tree
One day a small tree looked up at the big tree and said
O great weeping willow how did you become like a cloud?
Small adjustments in how I live made me who I am today
The willow was indeed a tree that embodied a cloud.

To see

In the end
As it is in the beginning
It matter not what clothes you wear
It matters not who did your hair
No one will know
No one will care
They will see you
The way I see you
And better off you will fare
When you look through the skin
And beyond the hair.