Freedom at the tips of my finger; I write on whim
I just write, write a bit till its done, its fin
Days can be strange but I find peace in all
Freedom in all; Even insid these walls
Freedom in the traffic in the concrete jungle
On the bus or on my bike I am moving undone now
Undone is the release peace of mind I can find
At any place, at any day, at anytime
With so much drama in the world today; find time to play
Breathe in the ocean and trees when its needed please just
Don’t let it get to you; you are wonderful / indredible
We can all put our best food forward towards a better future
Where everything grows naturally happily
I want to put these puzzle pieces together clever
A world peace endevour
Can we all please get along now its been so long now
So its its time to put the bombs down
Deweaponize and calm now
Do we really need to harm this earth? I think not is the plot
Thats why I choose to jot
Mother earth doesnt ask for much I wish not to take
Today we give back.
Today is the day.
A tidy house is a tidy mind. Pick up the little pieces and find peace underneath it. Cracks and crevasses imbedded with Zen settled in. Once purified we can find the where’s and why’s. I find mine long before 9 am. Cleaning again as I always do. I must be thorough; scour the house for tidbits of dirt; I refurbish. Making the bed with care, whats here; whats there. All of the dishes sparkle clean and the drawers they are in. Desks and tables scrubbed to shine; of course cannot forget my shrine. A tidy house is a tidy mind.
Thank you for the time; I’ll nurture
Past, present and future
While time meanders about; without
I shall remain still
Instilled in peace
Even though the world of mine will decide to end
Nothing permanent in this realm
And I am reborn once again
I have written a million poems about the rain;
And I could write a million more.
Rain drops are falling this morning at 5 am.
The city shrouded in darkness again.
So I take a quick walk to “soak it in”.
Wind blowing the trees along the cityscape.
Dripping and dropping all around me.
They protect me from my own mind.
I’m calm and at peace.
Everyone lays asleep in their beds and the rain sounds so dreamy.
And when I return home; the ambience of rain and silence remains.
I hope it rains all day.
I rise again. Digi pen WordPress finesse.
I’m tired so I chug iced beans supreme.
Im op tea mystic; why is this?
Sunrise please come find me.
I’m at the edge of the world where its time time begins.
I’m ahead of the clocks like the solstice.
Being alive in itself is a protest.
The wind blowing but I’m walking against the grain.
Maintaining and somehow staying sane.
The world is yours. Floor it into the next door exploring!
Eyes open… and surprise hoping so open your gift.
Here’s everything on your spiritual wish list. At least the gist of it…
No more need for these fiddle sticks.
I’m fixated and fixed to this new trail mix of bliss.
Night falls in the city and the sky grows dark.
The city? Lights up.
A hustle to work turns to endeavoring perks.
Nightly numbers to bring home in the covers.
Or simply a dinner with your love.
How many drinks on a Friday night?
Hopefully endless. Am I right?
However I choose to ignore the calling.
Into bed Im crawling.
With my kitty cats and zen music I drift away.
Friday night. Just another day.
Good morning,
I’m not sure what to say. But I’m here to face the day.
Trying to have a positive outlook. As I do the outer work.
May the sun shine inside me and out. No doubt.
I’ll try to make the most of it. I hope I can.
Let not the world get to you. Nor the best of you.
Remember you are building this. With resilience.
My night trances amuse me and I awake to a new world
The morning does come so quickly; and days fly by
I do not even pretend to understand time
I feel very young; younger than I ever have; as I age
So why does my face tell a different story?
Nevertheless, this youngster must learn
Time is precious
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