The Path
time to be inside of this, hopeful recollection.
staying still, within the moment inside my thoughts collection.
I am my heart and not the thought, I will to be perfection.
giving in and letting go of the fears of clouded judgment.
I am the man left in a dream and child without clothing.
embracing every moment in the demolition of my ego spilling out.
I am the warm and cold, the new and old, the one who sowed,
my own beautiful destruction.
memories,... reminiscent like a drug made of heaven.
floating soft and safe inside of connection.
I am the fool that sold the world for a deserted wasteland.
putting the blocks in my way, one at a time with my own hand.
but I'm letting go, all I've known is fallen by wayside.
time to revel in the new, dreams they come by knowing.
following the currents of the universe, expanding and ever-growing.
time to face the monster that's torn my love away.
face to face with the formless , digging my way down.
there's beauty in the resonance, in the cycles and the circles.
spinning in the picturesque minute tones and sounds.
I'm facing up, and turning 'round to find the path,...
the ALL and NOW are my home.
I'm a living eternal vicarious being, a part of god inside creation.
to know this concept leaves you weightless.
and to feel it brings you new sensation.
Copyright © Brandon Callaway | Year Posted 2014
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