The Elements

There is a tear in my heart, and a tear in my eye when you step away and I am no longer by your side there is too much that I feel, if only I could cry but the lump in my throat just sits there all the while the tear in my heart and the tear in my eye they are friends in my loneliness, they know not to leave my side we love our joy for sure, love our pain too they both do arise from recesses deep inside what can be more us, that the feelings that we feel if the tear slides away, what is left is vacant hide there is a tear in my heart, and a tear in my eye when you step away and I am no longer by your side

Life is a satire on life itself it laughs and mocks our ignoramus ways gives chock full of rules, then changes the game and belly laughs the whole way away it bookends us, with incontinence meanwhile lets our arrogance have it’s day leads us by nose to want everything in sight then quietly tucks it all away gives us health and youth and a swagger to boot and just when we feel, we hold sway slips in old age, disease and death hysterically laughing all the way away Oh I got you bitch, says the man who is rich until fortunes turn and he lies in a ditch at his curious expression, life gives a nice aww! and belly laughs the whole way away when we are done teaching our parents to do it right life gives us children to enjoy our plight it gets us to make plans for years on out in very next hour tackles us to the ground it makes us seek love for years on end then burns us with heartaches that will not mend gives us fists to hold everything tight but the tighter we hold the less there is to find...

It is harder to be still than to run and walk harder to be silent than to chatter and talk It is harder to to be here than to be someplace else harder to live in the now than in past and future worlds it is harder to taste a spoonful than to eat away a bowl harder to slow down some than to be always on the go it is harder to let go than to hold on to our fears harder to count our blessings than to lick our wounds and tears it’s hard to live a life  that’s aligned to our core hard to hold on to our convictions than letting them adrift and blown It’s harder to turn the gaze inwards than to see outside it’s hard to ask ourselves the questions that we have been asking others awhile it’s hard to stay invisible  yet lead people to their goals hard to not seek accolades  but just be fulfilled in our roles its harder to be soft and supple than to be rigid and firm harder to yield like water and flow than to be rock like adamant like and stern It gets hard because our vessel ...

Two kinds of love,   in our hearts they live the one we get and the one we give the one we get keeps us strong the refuge we seek in times of storm it swaddles our heart keeps it warm a blanket woven that we wrap around scaffolding built keeping us intact bracing us from life’s impacts the one we give  has a different beat doling it out  even a greater need it lifts us up while we give yet those who receive  feel better still love we give multiplies from heart to heart  as it flies it never stalls or stays in place all around the World it makes its way but none can force it none can demand it can only be given at our own command there is a little twist  in here this tale about the game that the two loves play it happens so that the only way we can get any love is when we give it away as if someone somewhere  keeps an account in the giving realm  how we perform that score then multiplied manifold brings us so much that even our heart’s can’t hold t...

A few moments are all we got to suffer, rejoice,  or be distraught to make  sense of it or not in this beautiful mad nautanki world to love, hate to laugh and play be grateful or  just whine away be nourished prosper  or waste our days in this beautiful, mad,  nautanki world we will never quite know how we came to be by luck, providence design or decree will never quite know  is’s purpose for sure but this much we can agree upon  that it’s a beautiful, mad, nautanki world some are running  and some still some coasting  some climbing uphill some are upset mad or depressed some happy cheerful as luck would have  in this beautiful mad nautanki world there is pain, suffering  and all the rest wars and strife  and endless stress yet there is mirth and laughter and babies born kindness compassion that surround us all in this beautiful mad nautanki world we can sip it slowly or drink it all in every moment that we got its madness driv...

Tiny, ephemeral, inconsequential it seems yet, in its bosom lies, all that will be conquests, battles, loss and love gateway of all, is, the moment “to be” what I do, think, where intention lies in this tiny speck of time sets in motion, the events flywheel that crowns me king or undoes me fountainhead of future paths lie hidden in its mysterious heart what comes to pass, what will be is predicated on it, entirely love or hate, laze or toil are the seeds I plant in its garden soil crops abound, in due time exactly, but of their own kind its the Razor’s edge that sets apart the bold and brave, from faint of heart in beads of sweat that adorn its lap curled up lies our destiny with grateful heart i receive this gift sacred, magical, powerful it is chisel thats given to all alike to shape the contours of our life in course of time not far away this gift will exhaust one day reflecting on how I treated it will my heart be full or will it bleed?