Drifting Uncaring To Time, In Time

Ah, no dreaming this... I drift uncaring to Time In time’s given me. ___*___ How could one as I... be so free from moments When such moments of splendor hold me Me, in awe of further... what could well be If I, since truly free, just wished it to be. Perhaps though just in wishing it To just 'be'... in me, I am already free. ___*___ Yes, Time presses it’s greasy hold Not knowing I can smell it’s intents While I laughing, keep breaking it’s mold By dreaming where it holds so few, little ‘I meants’. Saddled with no reasons needed Just fluttering around Intent's like butterflies Waiting for flower petal’s thoughts, to invite… ah, found. ___*___ Yes, in just moving around I take in sweet smells, thus Tasting pollens, their seeds At random to my own delightfulness... As my true age holds nothing now new Fear boundaries having been, and being broken As true spirit knows now the truths it has found In finding Time’s chains permanently not broken, woken. ___*___ See me now... Be I at new birth, or just passing on, or along. Outside warns… Deign to tarry, thus staying too long Beware, as no bell chimes... No tides bringing in, flow out. No, I easily move on, just skipping about... With the I in me’s chaffing, a... tiny bit Being little interested in the places I sit, for long Knowing past, present, and future Are just like softest dimples in sand Waiting, for sterner breezes of Spirit To choose where next... each lands. ___*___ Laughing and burrowing deep to find cause Making new effects changed, for the thrill of it all... Then scurrying away singing, through seasons like fall When leaves take their passing, until spring again calls. Oh jump ahead quickly, why wait within Time Take Self to next spring without hardly trying Riding with fresh saps once again, to spring out leaves early Curiosity’s mattering more then, remembering where one’s been. ___*___ Yes, I drift uncaring to time An uplifted Man in Time. Thus do I advance To life living’s very edge Where moments of splendor hold me gently Satisfying my own curiosity and need Yet, daring I to cross free singing Join me... Beyond Understanding’s... welcoming bridge.