Re-contextualized, simplified, and illuminated:
When your perspective undergoes a shift,
windows through the darkness may appear.
A way out, a way forward
We are all going to look up
and see the dividing line
It is our choice
to be aware
to be open
to follow our dreams
or not.
What whispers will spill,
from between the cracks in the bark?
What creaks and moans,
bends in the wind,
grows tall in the dirt and snow.
Greetings of fruit to bear
shade from the heat during the Summer months,
shade from the Sun’s far reaching rays.
What ways do you grow?
What fruit do you bear?
Who do you cast a shadow upon,
as the sunlight feeds us all…
Up in the sky
Way over there
Home is where
The heart can fly.
I’ll have a walk around,
You have a look around.
Woof! Thanks for stopping by. – Mark W. November 10th
Woosh! Flying high in the sky, sometimes if you listen.
Drifting slower than you or I, way out of reach.
Big like our imaginations, crawling by.
Capturable, in a way.
Like a breath.
let ’em look
who cares what they will think
be yourself
and find out who you are
watch them watching
trying to see you
only seeing a fraction of what you show them
and their own reflections
passing by overhead
fading away at a snail’s pace
rusting, losing power, malfunctioning
blowing away
a faded recording
our fate could rest
in a single droid
help me Obi Wan
you are my only hope
Go forth, take it all in, stop and breath
let it all, every single breeze, pass by
stand tall and be renewed
And go in peace.