FLYING

Today, you let go of something. Feather-painting? Mating-dance? Premeditated alchemy?

Do you thank Anonymity - its silent, sound reflection of your archaism?

Or do you thank yourself - that primal force inside that speaks in unflappable attempts, then shuts its mouth when it's time to jump, and flies in time to change?

CHOOSING

Today, you grow up; you fill out; your eyes inflate.

The uncertainties that frazzled you, now sparkle in space.

...Confidence means everything when a mind is human. 

...Awareness can’t illuminate an earthbound heart.

Today, you mature to a tall, pointed beginning - jointed by long-bearing No's - fired by a spontaneous Yes.

SEEING

Today, you see you're blind.

From inside mountains, you press for escape.

Elbows, knees, and thrusting shoulders readily puncture rocky debris, plentiful after storms.

But inside your mind, your eyes - soft, coddled babes, soaked in haze - struggle to see the walls masquerading as your core - early-erected behind your eyelids.

Your thoughtless hands - having breached the mold long ago - grasp another's - someone not unselected - someone with eyes outside his mind.

UN-THINKING

Today - through your thoughts - you see a tree - its ground rooted, its width trunked, its windows framed in every direction, its green tongues blown, but silent - lapping at the light.