Back to the drawing block

Words cannot describe what I feel, words are just to much burden this is so light. There is a light on my forehead and buzzing me into transparency. Yet I remain in control of my body and my typings yet I don't want a single thing but to feel how I feel now. Silent mind, silent heart. The floodgates open. Its so light that it surpasses poetry, it is invisible. I always tried to share this feeling, these feelings.. and slowly I gave up except in moments. The mind is not interested and the heart is not hardly interested. what it needs is a moment to taste the sweet elixer of mental stillness. What.. may I ask, happens when you are not there to ask. haha. Blazing flame that will knock your socks off! And even though the words make no sense, they serve their purpose alright?

Nature's Peace

Ahh the peace that comes with patient relation with nature is impeccable. To sit by the tree and acknowledge its bark, the bugs on the ground, or in the cold winter, the frozen wellspring beneath the earths icy shell. These small things bring you so much peace, peace used to end the minds chatter and to be spent in resonation with Earth.

The Earth is alive and sensitive, very intelligent. It embraces us tenderly when we will to spend our time with it. Our bodies know earth from the physical, our organs are fed through what Earth produces. When our mind quiets.. feels.. it is enhanced by the earths sensitivity. Our heart delights in the color and splendor of a landscape, and our spirit is seen in it's vastness.
Have you starred at a flower, thoughtless? A purple skyline or an orange autumn tree?
To just watch and be aware of nature allows our blocks and cramps and stresses to dent, crack, and slip slide away.....
Feeling Stressed, worried, or anxious? Having a bad day or trouble in a relationship? Take a walk or run, breath deeply, and acknowledge your surroundings. This will bring so much peace to your mind. You'll find it hard to believe how accessible the dimension of peace becomes while dwelling in nature. A true miracle.

By the way. Minnesota in Autumn is sooo beautiful, right now the transition is being made.

I Document My Poetry

Another piece about the simple thing that gives a man so much trouble.. *sob*.

Mother of mercy
Like a dripping honeycomb
So you fill my heart with virtue
Chrysanthemum in the field
Blooming each season, yielding to each
My subtle dandelion
Who laughs me to tears, choking my words
Till all is unwritten
Standing on the verge of the moment
Isn't it strange to see your eyes become mine?