Open Eyes:

Through the looking glass of our minds
We analyse the unnecessary instead of the implausible wonders
Screens instead of the sincere smile on an individual's face or
How the clouds drift west with the wind
Money instead of joy from friendship
Or love
Though some are humble

How did such come to be?
Each grain sculptured together with the next
Yet unappreciated

Though still she glimmers
Symmetrically mirroring and rolling
onto uneven greens  
Cascading immaculate shadows
Dipping into sunken basins

The humble observe her vastness
Her loop of perfectly timed passings
Her steady breeze whispering through the trees

The humble are not blessed with sight
Others are just cursed with blindness

Recollect;

When was the last time you listened to the wind?
Coarse and strong
Piercing through wet wild willows
Or
Light and delicate
Soft, sweeping through sun filled sage
Did you acknowledge it?

When was the last time you felt one with natural creation?
Dense wood
Lavish with tall twiggy timber
Or
Broad arid land
Thirsty delighting desolate deserts
Did you savor it?

I have listened to the song of the wind
Felt her melody
Wrapping around my now peaceful spirit
I have felt one with her natural creation
Mesmerizing my eyes
One landscape at a time

Funk:

When her nights start to crispen
And dew turns to frost
The overwhelming disturbance of a certain balance transpires

Unsure if this time it will be distinct

You can only possess bleak expressions
Sensations start to fade
The only awareness is the smell
Of fresh snow
And bitter winds

You know it is native and recognise its allure
But your drained mind
And bare spirit
Will be soon be painted
with the splashy buds of spring

The days will no longer die early
The sun will awaken and so will you.

Poisoned Souls:

And dark murk
rolled over the domain
dullness crept in and seeped down
into her

Even in deep slumber
She rumbled

Digesting the sunken and malicious
into the poisonous soul she had become

No longer twinkling with sublime
Satisfied content was adrift
Misplaced

Wistfully a rotted soul
Due to the bent domain surrounding her

Liquid Sunshine:

For lingering cycles
I am desolate

And I mourn
To feel
Wet droplets sticking perfectly to my skin
staying
As a whole until the weight is too much to bare
And they slide down
Onto my damp ground

Absorbed
And dawns on the rhythm of life
Each drop echos
And falls again

Conscious;

Each individual feeling diverse
Off beat
Yet each has the same outcome

I watch you from afar
I see your struggle
Struggle in the culture that you call humanity
You are different from the rest
Your eyes are open and your mind is aware

Though each soul does not accept
Accept the wonders that they withhold
The great triumphs they could achieve

Death is inevitable
But the important thing is to be proud
Proud of the phenomenon you lived
Regretless and emerging in our pure happiness

Everyday Existence:

Sometimes vitality becomes tangled up
In a clutter of confusion and commision
Racing between venues, districts, scenes
With the weight of being reliable
Baring down on each suppressed soul

Becoming restless
Our culture does not allow
The time to breath easy
Or to feel
That there are calming pulse of life

Electric figues
Fleeing feet
Not a moment to misuse
Every motion oversaw
Criticized by someone higher
There will eternally be someone above you
With more capability and control
Than you can even think of conveying

Walk with Me

You lie under her vast peaks
In the shadows of what if’s
And fascinated by her unexplored groves

Slopes with curved edges
Overlap onto the next

The overgrown mix amidst 
Freshly grown fears

Ascend higher
As you encounter each purposely place pebble
While rustling leaves oppose you

Cut off by blockades of past erosion
Yet you
Filled with vigor
You with grit 
Are able

Success to you is not the sumit
but,
Pure happiness
Overcoming and lifted
from the burden of an uneasy soul.