Find the pieces
of your heart
That make you more
than the sum of your
parts
The One Path
to Anything
Everything
is under the nose’
and makes us breathless
I’m called by surfaces
they sing me
songs of pleasure
I run and run
sometimes I listen
getting caught in the pleasure prison
Measurable length
and width
We’re in a prism
Becoming what we love and hate
Giving over to focus,
re-membering
to spirit
or geography
Awareness is the division
of the north and the south
away from here
Wanting Feeling
for the wear and tear
for the body
for the people hurt
for the people helped
typical of Humans
Caught in a net of shadows
unaware of the true nature
delusions of
self grandeur
dribbling
through the cracks of the fortress
Now breaking the fortress to let it in
Realising that
I was born in sin