if no one else will
I will
I will by myself
my will is by my self
my self’s will, wills myself
I will will myself I will
I will wield my self that wills
I will will my self’s wheels
my self’s will wheels myself
but first I will still myself
to make certain, that my will, is still my self’s
that way I can know that that which I will, is still myself
Spirit
Realization
an ode to the bold
poetry posed
to expose the soul
out of darkened coves
vulnerabilities shown
perspectives tested
reflections grown
of answers once unknown
with questions blown
out of conformed proportions
reframing importance
sensory drones coordinating
towards a spiritual ordinance
metaphysical orbits forged
by progressive droves
as deep as ores
gathering illuminating orbs
guiding castaways out of darkness
home to shores
nothing experienced secreted
sharing their tales of the deep abyss
a new light glows in the night sky
and now rest, is no longer sleep
and sleep, is no longer lost
for we are aware
of the thought that thinks thoughts
and the bodies formed thereafter
conscious of our contributions
from absolute attributes created limitless
first, was the word
’twas reaped before read
bear witness to the world I create
behold, you are now living in me
fore you were just an expression
of my imagination
and my power became your scripture
you are safe now
because we are one again
Lead by the Knowing
I posed a question
then searched for my own solution
I could no longer depend on
what you possibly didn’t know
yet with confidence
spoke to me as the answer
I couldn’t become more lost
all because I followed you
without question
who may have been just as lost
Know Me Better
how can I forsake you
was it not your conducting that created me
your keen eye for detail that designed me
but as I matured,
I outgrew you
replacing your significance with a will of my own
jaded by my own experiences
believing you could be found again, many times over
at that point I suppose
you became less an object of affection
and more an object of possession
a conquest ending in conquered and conqueror
but isn’t you that etched dexterity to the pianist,
or expanded breath to the saxophonist?
is it not you that gifts passion to the savant?
oh love, how forgotten you are
tell me what would become of me
and this world
if you truly did not exist?
and why do I only praise you, in the vessel of she
rather than the wondrous majesty of all?
oh love, please remind me of your presence
my every waking hour
as the sun smiles onto the flawed
and the moon glows upon the misunderstood
and the clouds hide your secrets
while the stars spark my imagination
I may never be worthy of you
but you will always be my reason
whether I know it or not
because you know better
A Trip I Plan to Take
what a joy it is to contemplate God
when I can look up at the stars
and can know myself
both inside and out
an anatomy painted in the very universe
that looks down upon me
like a mother to her new born child
admiration in the reflection of creation
marveling at me being itself incarnated into body
anxious for me to learn and know it
like I am known
anxious for me to see myself in it
like a boy to his father
anxious for my love and admiration
like it bestows upon me
ever forgiving and ever lovingly-
a parent to their child
longing for the day that we are again, one
oh universe,
the mother’s eye of creation
the binoculars of life
I am how you envision yourself in the mirror of being
the body you’d imagine yourself having
the very fingers you’d glide across your own surface
becoming familiar with the fragile and majestic nature of form
and feel
you are the mirror-mirror on the wall
to which I look to and call
without vanity,
because you are the standard
to which you’ve inherited no flaws
nor any preference perceived or imagined beyond your glory
no one has ever uttered, “if only you looked like this”
how amazing a thing, to be above judgement
desired exploration being the answer to your mystery
like love
I feel the gravity of you protecting me
I feel you seeing me
for I can’t hide from you
your mysteries are known within me
and for me to know you, to explore you
the only travel plans I must make
are the one’s of self
If I Want More, it’s because You are the Most
you can be more than you’ve seen in yourself
you can become more than you’ve envisioned yourself becoming
I see you, I’ve seen you
because I see myself
I see myself in you
the spirit has no shell
it has no form
it is as informal as the first primal waters that screamed chaos
until God spoke order
and form was created
comfort exists everywhere to that which can be, exist
and thrive anywhere
the spirit has no circle
nor barrier
like air, it can’t be kept out
though like air, it can be forgotten
and not considered, until it suffers
what’s in you is anxious to get outside itself and expand
the spirit has no type
it just flows
flow, you
you flow
so flow
do not constrict your wave
become the form of the endless waters of creation
break the mold
become the mold
reap the consciousness of eternity’s promise
and nothing will be off limits
see yourself where you have not seen your self
imagine beyond borders
create comfort, more than comfort creates you
swaying to its waves that fit and do not fit
how you, where you, find your place
your place is here
your place is there
your place is everywhere
your place is now
wake up to the fear of truth
and walk it bravely needing no shadow or shade
the personality of the spirit is joy love energetic and seeking
now tell me
what place does it fit in better
than you, yourself?
and like the spirit, I want more
because you, are the most