Bones

Our bones will be of little value
But some bones are more valuable than gold
Plus a million years there are so few
We are so many

Mostly there told pain and struggle
There is always work to do
Simple way to be
One of my favorite things to say
I had so much fun

Road

Reach to grasp what I have around me
Ordinarily there is more or less
An absence of fear graded to panic
Down the road was long

Find myself just right where I am
Who I am more than what I remember
 what I would do
But I like to think about things too

Focus on the solution and will problem disappear
Realize the steps you take move the mountain relative to you
Eager to be shown no more
Energy and Abundance will be

Long down the road we have together
And we'll be there too

Fit Trail

Going backwards isn't about seeing
But being balanced and you come to me dristi
Off the mat here in the real world found use

Station 9
Keep back straight and try
Station 10
Say maybe

Oceans

Of time of gravity of words we do not have
We can breathe in them all
And connect them with our breaths
Only thing present in those all
One thing to them all the same now

These are not only words they are to be swam in not through
We live in a world that gets so hot we can barely take it
And so cold we can cease
If it didn't get so hot would cold feel warm like the Cleveland spring
Or like the heat of summer

I imagine our scales mean little
My pain threshold is an equal mystery
Can I hold my breath longer am I underwater
Doesn't feel so long until you see it is
don't see the attraction of eternal life
There are things I don't understand
Some of those I hope never to

There is no ocean of money
Yet there people swim
As if illusion contained as a part reality

Weeds and Flowers

There is a fire in the heart of life

One thing that will consume you

Simple to put into words because they don't mean enough

Strategies you find is what is about some weeds prefer to be picked

Seeds strewn to the wind what is domesticated brings shadows

We compete for them where they would not have won

Flowers the fruit what sustains us

Lost in the weeds was not an expression I thought I would need to explain

Wasn't sure what the words were I could only feel what I meant

What is your defenition of illegal?

Language changes every day

In our garden we break ground and plant a flower

Weeds grow in our rows

To the monarch one weed is all they want

Leaner times are defined by easy days

Or they would not be so hard

This milk weed must have loved us

A butterfly affect direct

We find ourselves on opposite sides

Dangerous because there is no need for GMO

There are no flowers without weeds

Getting dirty is healthy

Seperation isn't possible

Illusions are fantasy are passing

There are moments that create life

Time that is alive

This is about love how it will lead you here

Of a weed or flower or fruit or seed

There is a circular logic defined to be insufficient 

There are two sides to a whole

Strategies you find is what we are all about

Domesticated believing or own myths

Not everything can always get better

Not everything was worse

Washing Tons

Externalities are not like infinities to be canceled
O that they were
The math has been done and we are not close to sustainable
Each dollar made sows uncertainty in the future
The accountants know and not surprisingly no one listens

I've worked their holiday parties and saw no one
These fascinating numbers abstract to our world
Not cut off but only a small attachment
Worlds dividing worlds colliding can be ignored to a point
They could be wrong yet no others will offer any answer

What would you do?  Your laundry?
The bread of life is for the weeds and the flowers

Ubber Betty

There is an internal short hand
That only has one context
Not everybody defines left and right
We can live like cardinals
Aligned magnetically or photographically
In some way

There are no extra words
That meaning encapsulated emancipated
Not for any others understanding
Expressed like gentle rain again to the sea
A physical geographical eventuality

What can be understood is yours
What I express is mine
How I think to which words I say
Written here I have no concern
Actually mostly complete in my task

There are these large accomplishments in life that can't be shared
They can be poetry
And how she moved what it expressed to me
What I understand is mine
What she is hers

Love in the verb sense
Done did gone