the only one
we need in order to
shift the Light back toward
our own "b r o k e n" pieces

     is ourselves.

we are not obligated to fill our Soul up
with other people's worn out pieces
ok?

             listen:

You do not have to pick from gardens
outside of the forest already thriving within You.

for when You do;
Your head will fill with leaves that fall from autumns breeze when all You needed to breathe was spring, winter will come in june, and soon You'll lose sight of the moon... because you lost Yourself inside of somebody else's fire, gasping for answers.

When all along, all You had seeked, had been burning up in You.

and the only way out is to fall in Love
with the smoke rising in Your own eyes.

like You could before You jumped ship,
like You could before You began
                     f e a r i n g
the possibility of finding out that Your pieces
may not ever fit together in the same way again.

      but what is life if we always float where the water is calm?
              what is life if our pieces never changed?

i don't know about You, but i prefer the rapid descent of water falls and milky way skies that can only be achieved through the most demanding environments; the ones that leave You filled with

                                      P u r e  L i g h t.

               You are enough energy; all on Your own.

Your Light is what leads You back hOMe.
back to Your own field of wildfires where You can see
                         c l e a r l y
again, since Your broken heart's eye now knows that Your vessel alone holds enough Light to fuel all the stars in the sky, that it burns enough fire to warm the hearts of millions.

& as You breathe:

You can feel the Love of countless stars who all
         e x p l o d e d
to fill Your body cavities with all the strength You will ever need.

and next time You feel alone, put Your hand to you heart
and feel the rhythm of the
     YOUniverse
listen to nature sing You melodies
of the Truth: that You are not a "me"
You are woven in to the cosmos
as an integral part of "We"
and every single
thing You
see

Up on a bright bloom,
a transparent dragon fly.
Live cosmic pulses, this!

y
o
u
r
eyes
have lights
with (cosmic) glow
i hope You know the Light
You hOMe; Your heaven-sent
enzymes align to roam & tangle
with the roots of the ones that i own
your storms are divine, the rocks that
You climb are leading you to Love
from past dimensions of time
there is no thing to do
but to (Love) all
of You
as
You
let Love
be what
does lead
all You may do
so that some day that
force finds its way back to You
as it forms light from (tunes) that
You (sing) to the moon; it will
paint You with gold stars
that flow right (through)
You & the trees You
had bloomed in
the forrest of
You will all
dance to
the falls
that led
(You)
back
to
Y
o
u

do not forget
the cosmic creatures we befit
our choice to get what we emit
as magic Souls in full orbit
a kaleidoscope of sun and hope
we shine a special kind of glow
we light the world all on our own
we rise with every fall we home
if You feel lost, you’re not alone
these troubles are your way to roam
to higher peaks with your moonlit
attire to conspire in
this human-like acquired trip
where, lucidly, desire drips
You flow in ways the Sun has missed
your hopes & dreams are our sky’s kiss
for every ounce of Love and loss
You feel the world and its chaos
although it hurts at times, I know
your tale here is not one of woe
arrived divine to shine your glow
this chance at life to learn and grow
gives strength to You, it’s your escrow
so don't defy when walls do crack
you’re never lost; You are the path
the holes expose old hidden tracks
for You to see your Light shine back

I see a blank canvas as i briefly look in your eyes;
They yearn to see the full picture, although its only for the mind.

And as syllables form words, each brushstroke paints a portrait,
revealing the meaning behind your smile.
Painted and never seen, said once and forgotten.

A true moment.

As you finish your last stroke my masterpiece begins, and you lay yourself bare.
We're vulnerable but stronger than ever,
And electricity fills the air.

Because if our pictures match,
Our dreams might come true.

At the end of this road, after a thousand lives have faded,
Maybe we'll find the one stroke that finishes the piece.
But even if we dont end up on the same path,
Or if we never find the meaning to our lives,

Alone amongst the mysterious night, wrapped up in our own story half the world away,
We might find ourselves admiring this moment,

as it hangs motionless,
in the gallery of time.