Rewakening
To be constrained
how easily do we conform
to that safety net -
the bonds of social norms
we present our happy face
do not display discontent
wish to be seen
without resentful eyes
when desires are never met
we adopt the commonplace
mask of a busy life
immersed in second best
until one day
we burst the shell we made
dance to our own heartbeat
and leap at life again.
for reawakening daze
for purpose and time
I lack what I cannot find
light gazers bottled my intent
waves blended in shrines
for jumping and screams
for rediscovery
He has yet to pin
short comings and long walks
combining my flowers
for another day
for another breath
each day is just another
all just like the rest
The waxing sun of April shines
Where once the woods of winter pined;
Now trilliums and columbines
Exult; where snow once lay, now find
Sweet-scented honeysuckle twined.
Where rime ran rife, where cold was keen,
Unfurling ferns of freshest green
Now burst beneath the budding trees,
And fragrant flowers of eglantine
Are bending in the brimming breeze.
Lost,
in what is still to be forgotten,
—reawakening again
(Crazy Horse/On The Bike: 7:40 p.m. Yellowstone, June 17th, 1991)
Methods...
Of movement.
The flailngs of my mind.
Seen long ago,
And again...
I'm a contradiction of seasons.
A cycling paradox.
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