On going saying of the winds of present dividing past
to a never ending future of restlessness.

My soul wants to flow as the stars and universe it feels
but the mind, sometimes, just wants a resting place.

And the body, the body has other needs...

Desire.

Sexual energy, a full hearted spring of life
not in use.

Can put it on the head and fly as crazy on imagination
though life gets to be just a dream of forgetting nest.

Follow the present as the days come and nights follow
in an everlasting preach for life to be made complete
in the single moment.

No balance can be felt without deliverance to what happens now
and then.

Everything part of this individual path
that brings me towards thee
or brings me towards her.

Can feel one connection slowing
and another growing.

I will let it be towards what it will be.

Never now what will unfold by this...

Guess it's not up to me but some
promise that I did in my loneliness of all,
back in those days...


Follow the stream.
Or decide that the feet,
legs, harms, hands
and mind are in fact mine.

A mine to explore.

(been - just - a mine for so long)