Late October

The air is thick, quiet and calm
Swim in it

Stars are stashed
They'll return, and burn

The ground is still soft, poised to receive what falls from the trees.

Children still play but won't stay.


It's transition.

Refrain from flight
Shed fear of lost light.

Snap cleanly away from your roots
Just shoots

The ground that was laid, the field that you played
They've all gone away and given to grey.

Search for a spark, a light in the dark
Something so strong you can keep going on.

The wind and weather, the leaves left on trees
Seems it would please but only a tease.

You remember the sound of your feet driving down
The smell of the air
The sound of the snare

In a moment you feel the days that have passed
Try to grasp
But too fast.

A heart with a shroud of mineral stone
Alone
Where's home?

Inverted

As it seems
Conundrum between life and dreams

The silver lining of the clouds
Shrouds

The dark behind the light
Invite

The conversation between friends
Ends

The pain inserted
Inverted

The end you expected
Rejected

What you ingested
Defective

The question you asked
Dissolved in the flask.

The calm you seek
Too deep

Open as the sea
Be.

Origins

God and the Devil are both in man
Walking hand in hand
Like water and sand.

The water's part to crush the stone
To grains and loam
Making fertile zones.

The sand , its grains
Resisting change
Once within range
To accrete again.

Water's power to destroy
Brings no worry to the stone

They've co existed since the start
No question who's to play each part.

They'll dance forever yin and yang.
Celebrate then grind again.

Risk of Flight

So takeoff
You takeoff

Drive your wings into the air
I hope the hollow in our bones can keep you safe from sticks and stones

Its the front and not the end, there is still power to ascend
But if you turn your head around you'll crash quickly to the ground

So takeoff you takeoff
No matter what the others say

Better to have flown and crashed than to let life slip away.

What we feel, what we see.
There is no guarantee.
Your a bird and not a stone
Flights risks already known.

So takeoff, you takeoff
Give it everything you have.
Our life is in our efforts,
Some are good and some are bad.

Your light and your fast
But need wind to make your way
Now all that's left is work
And the memory of the play.

I say takeoff, you takeoff
Cause your gifted with the wing

I guess I'll sit here on the ground
Having known the finest thing

Frontier Medicine

Each has their own.

There is no flight without fall

No light without sight.

No consequence, no adventure.


The path less traveled?


The wear it lacks is from no returning tracks.

It zips up behind you.


Numbly stumble toward the focal point.

If its even a path at all.

season

No one really knows when summer ends and fall begins. The date is marked, but that isn't when.

Something happens on the inside. A feeling of apprehension followed by pulses of excitement.

Fear and reminiscent.

The light that flooded you barely takes notice now and the leaves you were certain would explode are falling away silently.

Individual calls are replaced by the tantrums of migrations.

Days begin to run together as the dark accelerates.

Autumn! You beautiful and glorious segway towards dark and cold.

Once again the decent begins. That season is gone and an arduous route lies between it and the next.





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