Painted Hollows

Unsure of technique
Every move a first time
Fearing cracks or worse
And unable to do
But wait
And then release the mold
Or try to

Experiencing Now

It can be freeing
To stop in a moment of remembering
Catch yourself at it
And label it for what it is
Then return to the present.
This remembering, imagining
Can relive the good
Or dwell in bad and build unease
Like sickness
And both can hurt

Dreams and possibilities
Built without intention or action
Lack foundation so completely
And yet wrap layers of trappings
Insulation that mutes reality
Diluting life

Guilt, regret, embarrassment,
Pain, longing, sadness
Anxiety and dread
Can serve a purpose, But beyond this point
Serve only to degrade and poison
Binding with hesitation, worry,
Self - hating, doubting,
Circling and sickening

Dwelling in fantasy
Or punishing thoughts repeating
Trap and separate, stall, pulling down
When we'd flourish with a little pruning
And a lot of light

Care is more complex than that
And growth takes many paths
But living is necessary
To find the worth in more
Than an experience of stasis

Presence of Mind

Peace lies in quiet moments
And in dynamic joy
In contentment and fulfillment
And acceptance
Embracing the present
And the wisps of future and past
Without suffocation from either
Peace is happiness
Without hysteria or fear,
Success in being.

Concentration

Learning from my other self
Both helps and keeps me
Farther from a focus
That is unifying
Mind and body, feeling one
And passion, dreams, and duty, too
When two are three or more
Thinking wraps and winds
It binds and loosens from the moor
And draws in many different
Directions that only
One could not go.
So I must pull inward and together
Dancing and striding
On the planks I lay myself
And the path I pick out
In my imaginings

Sleepy

Drooping eyes
And a sweeping exhaustion
Draining the energy
From muscle and bones
The mind pulls you down

A Job

Just doing
Feels like success
Validation
And keeps you doing
Instead of thinking

Lies

I've got it all figured out
Just shred your doubt
Because I'm on my own
And I've got to be bold

I'll plan, and move
With strength always - forward
Driving onward oncoming
To the darkness of the light.

Endless Day of Snow

Continuous legions of fluff
Ice crystals so soft and airy
Slanting down in the wind
Billowing, blowing
Across sight, pressing horizontal
And puffing upward,
Dancing, slowly down
And rushing fast, so fast
Gusts layering in droves
Pillowing deep