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Twisted Branches

Done some editing on the first halve, need to come back to the second halve. Going for a slower cadence. Thanks for the read, please leave a comment!

I sat and gazed upon a blank canvas
Until suddenly, I began painting a picture of twisted branches
 
I’ve often thought to cast my thoughts onto paper
Before they dissipate from my minds eye like vapor
Some ideas come to resolution, yet mostly they do not
I need to devote more time to this recording of my thoughts
The wetware of my mind can’t keep clear holds, regretfully
Upon these loosely strung words and ideas indefinitely
My pen is to my memory but a faulty siphon  
Before enlightened thoughts fade away into my minds horizon
 
A division between my ego-story and my true nature is found
One flowing from my fingertips  the other spewing out of my mouth
My life's cliche displayed as a linguistic clash between days
The written always wins for when verbal rants are set ablaze
Though afire within the moment all to soon decay and fade away
I feel on days I’m merely a passenger watching the debate
And, admittedly, sometimes enjoying the twisted branch I portray
 
Knowing there is more to this life than can be described by these voices
That love can’t be summed up by any translation of small mouth noises
However brief, I do have my moments of absolute clarity
But can’t find the words no matter the depth of my sincerity  
An occasion where everything in the world feels important
A never never land of truth without so much distortion
During these times I find myself walking with such focus
I pray for an anchor to dig deep cementing me into the moment
 
So far, I merely speak my preamble
Now, a small glimpse inside, but a sample
 
I tell myself that we are all one
But not to let myself be one of the ones
One of the people who don’t see what we’ve done
One of the people who take out of ignorance or out of fun
Takers taking so very much of what all of us use
And yet, I know at times I still do
Leavers leaving us precious few clues
So I leave what I can because I have the mind to choose  
 
My soul is screaming North, East, South and Westerly
Echoing shock waves of my own internalized energy
To each of these sacred corners and perceptions
To each Great Spirit Keeper of the three worlds and four directions
I breath deeply for these times when the moment and my clarity collide
I howl with grateful praise to the Great Spirits that I believe guide
Today is a good day for my ego to die
We are beautiful and all of these natural laws I must abide  
 
It’s a twisted branch, this journey we stride
The destiny we create with each new path we decided  
No matter the stature or nature of the souls vision
Please hold on until we’ve finished this great mission
Sadly, a gaze about the Earth and some are satisfied with the lay of the land
They numb out the guides within them begging them to understand
I try and take it all in while mapping out the feeling of the feelings
Instead of always applying the words which usually only create glass ceilings
The geography of the inner dimension is too vast for any one map maker
Pages that were made by the Leavers have been burned by in fire of Takers  
 
We’ve had so many many chances
Created, so many many twisted branches
Upon the bush we refuse to see is connected
Because then we would all feel all we’ve effected
Yet each contradiction is another misled conclusion
That inevitably arrives at the center of another illusion
So become more ready than the next to hit the next level
Realize that everything is in some way sacred and special
The Earth speaks, largely unheard, lost in the translation
I simply wonder my branch and feel the escalating vibrations
Until hitting the wall of no return in hopes of finding any small shred of truth
Yet, without dismay, this quest is not for any mere lifetime
It's a continuation passed on through our youth
 
Everything we do, everything that we share
Every so claimed truth, every land we leave bare
Every hook of the past that we cling tightly to and hold
Every tree we cut down and sell for diamonds or gold
Everything, will be remembered
So, please, just surrender
Because today is the day that we can choose to grow
The seasons at hand, as above so below
From high beyond the skies blue glow
To deep beneath all claw, hoof, and toe
Come lend your prayer so that we may advance
Become aware of the circumstance
There is a change engaging the very air
Rearranging the seas of the Earth without care
The change is here and our timer has started
The path has cleared from our choices, the water has parted
 
So go on ahead and make that next mistake, my friend
There’s no need to keep up with this game of pretend
Just make sure you learn from the journey of your fall
Grow and add another notch upon that old wall
It was already figured out before you feared what we’ve spun
Culture is an illusion and so is square one
The spiral of life is the only thing that is real
Forget all the words and go on to just feel
It is time for us to begin making our advances
And walk along these connected yet twisted branches

(2015)

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