Don't go North, they'd say

your bears are sleeping

you'll get down and won't get up

till snowdrops

But I want to read a book in hygge

and learn the art of cinnamon rolls

Yet here I am

fighting the pace of winter

 

 

 

Exhaustion sure opens up

gates to worlds beyond one's mind

It's gripping there, you can't hold on

Bypassing structures you dive in

aligned and helpless, and unclothed

Your shoes are dangling from the sky

your time's a fog, your eyes - a guillotine

 

 

 

There's a bulk of info on me

out there

collected by every plant I've owned

hugged, touched

It has music, too

the colors of my walls

waters of the rains and wine

all the coffee roasts I brewed

I wonder if it's a spiral

that folder of what colour

 

 

 

Experiencing flight this forenoon

Freeing a fault into seismic bliss

sent me into the skies

I've more to give now

 

 

 

The more honest I am

the more honest I create you to be

The more I push

the more I create that you resist

Everything already exists in creation

and I can birth anything, anything

So what will it be