There are three acres on the surface of this planet I've made my home.

Orgiastic dance of life
Upon the blade of subtle knife
Slashing through the steady strife

Same and same then something's changed
Not replaced just rearranged
Stability in this exchange

Fortify ones shifting will
Raise order from chaotic thrill
Laws of nature reign here still

Thought the seed that propagates
Actions prune and cultivate
That the words may culminate

I tryptan fell - it broke my shell
old wounds fell out, along with doubt
I heard, I smelled, I saw, I felt..
I swallowed the sea, and it tasted like me.

There is still much to be done
Your vision, is OUR vision
You've been here before, many times,
and have done much already.
Now, we must use the tools acquired
in all lifetimes, to build the dream
in this lifetime, to awaken others
to this lifetime, and create the spaces
for connections to take form once more
to heal the wounds of separation
in this lifetime.

Open my eyes
It's time to rise
And face another day
The sun may shine
Yes Ill be fine
At least thats what I say
Seasons turn
Freeze then burn
New growth and then decay
Moments come
Then they're done
Time again this is the way

I know it for whats it worth
Take the blessings and the curse
Blinding bliss and then the hurt
Just can't live without the first

Moving through the spiral cycle
stopping, resting, but never staying
Both forward, and backward.
Crash landings - been there, done that, that's the hard part
Why do we do it again?
Must continue - the beauty is so worth every trip and every fall.
Earth, grounded, rocks and trees
and so much green.
Maintain balance here, and you can fly
Breathe - for the air is your breath.

Have you recently experienced chaos, discord, confusion, bureaucracy, and many combinations of the above?
Finding yourself frequently in the dark, because the lights keep going out as you approach?
Did you take a mighty bite from the Golden Apple, and find the bitter taste to be a much needed slap in the face?