I'm tired of talking
I'm tired of words
They get in the way
Of communication
Sometimes I can't see the beauty
Through all of the filth
We're just simple creatures
Trying to explain
Love

If I only had no left brain
When I needed to be free
If I only had no right brain
When emotions cloud the scene
If I could sleep with just one half
The way some birdies do
It would make my life more simple
And more productive probably too
But now the two sides
Both need rest
They have worked hard today
Rest in pieces
Rise in pieces
Jointly conquering each new day

I slip into bed naked
Every cell in my body
Shrieks in ecstasy as the covers
Are drawn in over my tired limbs
I go limp
And the ants scurry around in my head
Pouring up and out of their anthole
And busily crossing paths
Searching frantically for answers

Blessed bliss
Sugar infused happiness
A white room
With wiggle room
A retreat from reality
And its hard questions

When I feel raindrops, I wonder
Have I been sheltered for too long?
I guess we can never prevent people from stepping on landmines
Near us
But how much should I be researching and advertising their existence?
It seems an unattainable human endeavor
To maximize harmony in our spheres
I cannot stop the play of karma
Nor should I always strive for peace
Sometimes distress and unrest are needed for motivation
And removing barriers exposes holes to fall into
"You must see a man to become a man"
So perhaps I should just busy myself with polishing the vessel
For who knows what tomorrow may bring

Sparkles, spreadsheets, blood vessels
There's something wrong
But I can't put a finger on it
Seek some advice
Let a teacher find you
Be open to a new way of living
Tomorrow's a new day
I will take his advice
And let life touch me more intimately

If you were truly the best at what you did
Wouldn't your reputation precede you?
If you were the tallest tree in the forest
Would you need to tell others to look up?
Sometimes we build fortresses to protect our growing kingdoms
But the walls send mixed messages,
Of unreached triumph, and of fear

So this is what God feels like
Knowing the end result
Yet letting Nature
Karma
Play out
Without stress or interference
How cold and boring!
How long would you want to be loved?
Forever?
How sickeningly sweet
I've fallen asleep during plays with too much drama
And too little
Who wants to live like the rocks
When you are human?

She might have come here to be a hero
Someone hurt so badly
A few breaths from death
This is a person who's traveled a great distance
She might have come here to be a healer
To bring others back from the dead
She wonders,
If the light is so transforming
Why is it kept in human locks?

Every day I find new games to play
That help me learn the world
I try peace and I try worry
I play fat and I play skinny
I battle and I refrain
I set limits and restrictions
I plan and then I gamble
I push forward or step back
I show compassion or disdain
I keep it quiet or sing all day
Each win or loss informs the next game
And time just dawdles on