When the wind blew at my door
There I was standing tall
I saw the drifts of snow gather
I heard the poplars clack together
And deep within my cooling heart
I heard a groan so vivid
It symbolized the burden laid
At the foot of my days toil
It symbolized ice cold water
Gathered at the stream
And every step upon
Frozen soil with a cold shovel
It symbolized the sweat that broke
Each sinew in my back
To which I closed my eyes tightly
Forehead resting on the window
Wind blowing at my door
Tag: drift
Rounded Rocks (day 2631)
Into a river my thoughts began
Rolling about rounded rocks
Like thunder crashing in the hills
I saw them swim away
Then my eyes began to drift
To the edge in shallow water
Reeds of various lengths abound
Floating happily amidst the mirth
Bubbles emerged from deep within
Darkness shadowed far regions
And to my mind, tranquility
A smile to my lips did return.
Rhythmic As A Whitecap (day 1655)
Linger about a moment
Of a whitecap
Rhythmically drifting by;
One thousand times
Repeated
Upon my exhale
As dull branches
Sweep barren grounds
Of my soul
Squinting (day 1195)
I lifted my eyes and squinted at the distance
Speculating on a mirage, intending to drift.
[Lost words have a tendency to echo
When moments find thee alone, lonely.]
I kick the dust. I follow an eagle trace a long line
About my imagination and wave at it motionless.
This is my breakout. This is my manhood.
I am the angel that washed out to Washington.
[I remember there was an arm that touched.
I looked and a few moments passed before I came to.]
Just like my whirlwind that had brought me to here
I sheltered the locals as I spread my arms and screamed like hell.
To arrows and sparks and roaring engines
Lifting an essence, an indescribable valor.
To sky that lifts my dream and spins my fear,
Pushing endless possibility into the cuff of my presence.
Into a distance that dances with a wavering expression,
Upon a transformation defined by these.
Forever After (day 711)
Silent wishes drift upon my heart
Lifting the spirits of unnamed maidens
Cooling the late evenings breeze
To just about long pant weather
My mind washes over the condensatingly
Fresh glass of beer
While the sun drifts lazily behind the horizon
Like the wandering bumblebee
Long shadows form, reaching out in desperation
Away from the dying sun
Projecting from the adjoint plane
Between the erect tree and well watered grass
And I drift lazily off into dreams of the future
Following love forever after
Namaste, Thank You (day 602)
Peace falls over me
Like a blanket of trust
Calming, relaxing
Centering to my core
I rest my eyes
They internalize thought
Breath rolls out
Bad vibes and disease
And I sit wandering
Why do I wonder?
Thinking about what
I cannot change anyway
Exhale
Thinking about what
I’ve let drift away
Exhale
Thinking about what
I breathe from my soul
Exhale
Thinking about what
Peace means to me
Exhale
The balance from me
The balance to me
The balance is me
The balance without me
The balance in me
And I exhale
Inhale
Namaste
Exhale
Thank you
Inhale