Innate Knowing

Energy neither is or isn't. Yet we rarely seek its answer. Thoughts washed against tide; dirty minds come clean. We're free as mist but sink as cement contemplating the back and forth of God's word and the formulation of our will. So many similarities between spirituality and religious preambles We never constitute deeper meanings like black skin mingled with white friends. It's amazing how scared we are for love to touch. We say so much when it's never enough. Going back in time urging our stunted selves to grow up but remain so infantile now. Sometimes I wish change was as simple as fulfilling what if's. More than caramel textured kisses rendered at reveille. Or moon siphoning melanin from our psychedelic entanglements You and I combined with shades of grey because with you So many colors compliment your spectacular array. I've thought about this for as long as I can remember. The only answer I've come to accept is, nothing is ever as simple as seeing you smile. The slightest curvature of your lips has my soul mouthing "wow"