Every so often

There comes a time

When all my ties to this earth are severed

And I am free to drift away

Like tumbleweed in the wind

Lighter than the air itself

Relaxing warmness fills my body

All my stress is gone

And the tension eased away

I fly among the clouds, floating freely

What a wonderful world

Our tether to the physical world

Keeping us grounded as we navigate the lands

Through them we are connected to mother nature

In lush grasses, soft sands, and baked rock

They feel

Being part of our identity

Marking wherever we walk with their prints

Giving us the gift of mobility

Through the travels of life, they become weathered and worn

A testament to us curious explorers

Upon bounding into the ocean

With the transition from the soft, definite sand at my feet

To the moving, infinite waters around me

Chills surge through my body

I feel baptized

 

The saltiness of the sea cleans my soul

The striking coldness of the sea awakens me

The turbulence of the sea playfully moves me

And I am revitalized

 

I bear an entirely fresh view

Above me the azure great blue

In front of me, my two sunburnt feet poking out

And around me, translucent rippling water

 

Filled by light, the water bears a faint tropical green

And I see the world in an unprecedented transcendence

The appeal of writing poetry has gone on vacation, leaving no trace behind

I know this is summer, but it really isn’t the time

I would expect my free roaming to cultivate creativity

Or so I would think

A great blanket has smothered my inner fire of humanity
To do, create

Although embers still remain, the catalyst is nowhere to be found

Doing ANYthing feels like work

Resistance counters my every action

It’s the curse that takes us all

Paired with the gift of life is the curse of suffering

Writing eloquently is often thought of as an art

To me it feels like regurgitating my inner thoughts out onto life

Like birthing my screaming thoughts into the world

That’s the beauty of it

The rawness and spontaneity

The best thinking can be in its absence

Releasing your grip on the world

And letting the moment seize you

Is truly profound

To let it take you away

Carrying you in its waters

To the ethereal land of now

You are free, reborn

In the continual flow of the current

It’s about that time again, that time that al-ways happens

When the excitement of what’s new

Fades away, and starts being replaced by the same ol’ same ol’

I’m determined to break this cycle once and for all

To meddle with the curse to settle

This calls for some spicing up of the damn routine

Throw in some curiosity and sprinkle in some risk

Turn up the passion and there we have it

A steaming hot pie of life fresh out the oven

Sometimes existence is just plain pain

In an age where it hurts to merely live

A dullness accompanying everything that I do

And hidden beneath it all is the thought

That the lack of life may be the best feeling in the world

It being the absence of feeling, a state of nothingness, darkness

With it bringing a world without pain

Right now I’m where boredness is my captor

Trapping me in a cage of numbness

My mask shows a colored me bringing happiness

But that covers the darkness that resides within

What does life sound like?

Life sounds like

The thumping of my heart when I go hard

The bird conversing from the treetops on a sunny day

The waves rhythmically sliding up the sandy shore

The chirping of the crickets in the backdrop of a cool summer night

The revving of my car engine as I accelerate up the hill ahead

The ringing in my ears after listening to blaring music

The growl from my stomach after not eating for what feels like forever

The slight movements of the plants as they flutter in the wind

The beating splashes made as I swim through the water

The pressing of the keys as I type on my keyboard

The crack of an egg as I drop its contents onto the tofu

The  deafening of the smoothie machine as it is in use

The crunch as I bite into a juicy pear

The click when I press my finger down on the mouse

The gasp and sigh of air as I breathe in and out

Sometimes, thinking is just hard

I’m trying to get around to it

But drowsiness distills into my brain

Like grey clouds filling the blue sky

Seems that the container is fogged up

Thus setting my thoughts to sleep

A weariness lives within me

Continually tempting me to close my dreary eyes

Just for an eternal second

Into shutdown