there are things we do
choices we make
in daily life
some times we need to be brave
have faith
taking that big step
sometimes we want to take it hard
make up other needy times
but timidly leap anyway
into the riveting void
crossing into the invented unknown
into unscented darkness and blind silence
but silence isn't real
every thing is vibrating
vibration dressed up as frequency
listen close enough
hear the stars moan
all things are suffering
consciousness creates a toughening
along with buffering joy and beauty
miracles from the upwardly divine
realms we dream about
sometimes afraid to leave
fear having arrived
leaving means
losing something
leaves falling
stressed forests and trees
stressed birds and migrating caribou
finding other nests and river crossings
everything is leaving
we can never ungrow or go back
to where we've been
fear of where we're going
keeps hearts fluttering
butterflies keep buttering us up
giving us strength
we are here
hourly
taking another step
we've been there
daily
where the sky meets the land
where the sun greets the day
where heaven meets hell
where love takes our hand
we need to go there
some say the whole universe can be ours
just a smidgen perhaps
a lick a bite or a slice
every molecule we consume
every atom of universe is part of us
every electrically terse ion
every ray of light
those eclectic things we envision
like a wretched grub I met
chewing life out of the earth
going and growing
not knowing about tomorrow
never imagining grand wings
a mottled life of brilliant patterns
shapes and colours adorning every mandala
every mantra and breath perfection
I thought of the auditory sun
and the sun heard me
when I spoke about faith
a lasting sense
of choice new leaves
growing out of old wood
new waves and ways
reaching out into the universe
moving this liquid world forward
untold liquid stories
undreamt liquid dreams
liquid faith will lead the leafy way
liquid love will have its current say
all those flowers we've watched bloom
all that sweet fruit we've picked and eaten
choice liquid moments
new wood grows with grace
divinity heard our voice
the sky promised us space
witnessing birds in every garden
choices in this liquid place
  
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