Yellow Hair

Difficulties come to offer us gratitude in times of peace
Peace comes to hold on to things you know

People have different ideas of color
How it relates to eye color a primary factor in places

She relates to herself and so much hair
Yellow is what I saw

I am not sure what I see
Then I had certainty of waves tossing me upon the shore

Somethings are stronger than me
Certain things envelop me

Cruise Missle

The look more real than you would imagine
So close to reality they seemed to stop at traffic lights and make left turns
Confidence in their destination they would arrive
Some thing you see some things see you

Recovery would seem a straight road
Things destroyed are rebuilt
People disappear all the time
Life is large and has meaning

Separation is an illusion we take to sleep every night
An accommodation with evil creates jobs
Expansion within lines we have some understanding
We have not found many new ways just short-cuts that take us no-where

Too large to see too small to be
Even the straightest road has a curve and speed
It seemed like the best of times in reality to me
When being so close I could see there was no separation

They never fell upon me
We are destroyed by them
Billions

Other things create us and I believe it is more
And the most amazing complicated difficult thing it seems
But it is not the cruise we are on or planned
Much better than we can imagine or deploy and easier

Self-ish

The hardest thought is the one I am not at the center
I do not write to accuse but to expose a soul
What places me in the middle is not me
This much I have learned

A gift not asked for a struggle taken up to be beyond this
We need not fight there is always a current that will discharge us
The Earth has a pulse like you do yet we can fight
I have only found one important

I write to expose for me and some of you
I assume you will know who you are
When in the middle of you find yourself struggling
What you think outside is the start you can make

There are answers no one wants to hear
This makes sense to me that I am one of you and do not wish to hear them either
No desire is not what I have desired
I have not even found the question before now

How do I form a thought without me in the center?
I would not trade anything to be something else
My life I have built in structures that secure me
I have no understanding of what you are trying to build

This was an answer I had thought was sufficient
It no longer serves me
There are really only a few people I care about
That one of them is me is a step forward

Beyond this self-ish I find nothing to sustain
Nothing to defend
Nothing to teach
Nothing for you

Words and ideas I form out of the formless
They do not come from here
Leave me at the station rolling on down the line
What thought am I not in the center?

What thought are you not in the center?
I do not write to accuse
I can not find one
This tells me the most I need from life

These thoughts bound those probably do not
These thoughts bind those probably free
There are designs on your self-ish
There are designs on my self-ish

Around we find things that do not make sense
Inside we find things that do not make sense
We create separation and place ourselves in the center of our thoughts
Think something that you are outside of

I do not know what that means, but it seems right
Why can I not do it
A gift not asked for
This is a clue

So you can not miss anything I thought
This made sense that in little things are eternity
I am a little thing and I have sought eternity there
Now is a large thing and I have sought eternity there

For now I search an end to this prose
I search for thoughts that I am not in the center of
I seek answers to difficult problems
Self-ish they say makes our economy grow

Because if it does not grow we find recession
We could not survive we can not survive
Finding a place like this for us in a hostile universe
We put our-self in the middle of every thought

I place myself in the center of every thought
I need to try to find a thought that I am not in the center
Here is a nice place my point
This is to be expected

I do not write to accuse
I write for my children
This thought I find myself in the center of
I think of Warsaw at the end of world war two

I think of many things in relation to this self-ish
I work words as some work the elements
Putting them together in ways that will not explode
yet expose something I am not in the center of

There are certain concerns I hold
There are certain desires I have
More things I have that are magical and positively wonderous
The easiest thoughts are the ones with me at the center

 They are the only ones I have had
You do not have to go further or come this far along
I am afraid there is nothing for you here
our-selves can be found I am certain

Our self-ish is an illusion
A good one
Stronger than the weak forces that hold us together
What a strange name for them

I met Quakers that taught me of this peace in the middle
And I found it there
My life has been this incredible place I love to wander round
Found everything I ever wanted and do not need anything except to be for you

To find this we-ish and a simple wish for you
To find thoughts that you are not in the center of
It rarely makes sense to me how things always start so wrong
Why would they take this nature

Our life is more than we are
It does not have to be and there are billions of examples
Yet it will be or it will make no sense
A theory of everything is found because it will

It really should not be this difficult
This is another clue
White water finds an ocean immune
You are a watershed of your self-ish

That flows to this our-self
I am not there
Just find this writing upon a wall
And seek this thought that I am not the center of

This elusive desire less-ness only makes sense in this context to me
Another road for me to follow to exhaustion that never comes
I find myself going down the road
I wonder at what it is you are doing

I believe in us
I hope in a thought that I am not in the center of
I wonder what that will mean