In the meadow of goldenrod

 Happiness is the wealth of the poor.
Hanging tight in the simple warmth of sun
The spill through the thin glass of the window.
The smile of the clouds stretching glory
Over the cotton candy morning sky. 
I can feel the change of the decade swim by. 

Fingers trace against the bark of a tree
Rough and cool, its ancient roots string a web
Ancestry lines drum through its trunk, singing of better days.
Let this be a muse in adventure.
Even standing still, you can stretch high.
Stealing pieces of the sky.

Roads are only man made to derail the dreamer
Exploring the dusty path in a foggy night dream
Discovering the secrets that are hardly seen
And only at times do I still feel like a lost child.
Hang tight around a blanket, looking for safety.
When are we allowed to feel human, and not post.
Kick off your shoes and stay awhile.

It's always less complicated, than you're giving it credit for.
The mind blocks are illusions that a society has fed you for too long. 
Hungry for blame, hungry for direction, You forget to dust off your fire.
Burning beneath the mask, is a spirit raw and wild. 
Holding the hand of that small child.
You still see in your reflection. 

Paint me my soul with goldenrod and wind.
Sing to me in the tune of sweet grass kissing the twilight of sky.
Let me lay in the meadow of solitude. Where I am to be nothing but a stem of a flower.
As I lay in the clarity of the moth bitten member of society
I pray to rejoin the simplicity of the dirt and gravity.

Lectured by the murder of crows that hang above.
Cackling at the worry, that should no longer linger.
Its only life, why must you follow it along with such serious chaos.
In the end of a night, we all lay our heads, 
In the end of a life, we all close our eyes.
Wake up in the drifting shadow of energy
Floating beneath the atmosphere of wonder.
I will follow my desire to wander.

Fingers trace against the bark of a tree
Rough and cool, its ancient roots string a web
Ancestry lines drum through its trunk, singing of better days.
Let this be a muse in adventure.
Even standing still, you can stretch high.
Stealing pieces of the sky.

For the visionaries.

 Greetings from small town USA

It's another Wednesday in February. The year new but the circumstances stale. It seems the progression of life is a weary one. It's all an illusion that tricks up with its mirrors and tempted chaos.

Sometimes, I only feel lost in the middle of an afternoon
Where the sun settles in the same place, only to fall
Behind the shadow on the trees over the hill. 
It's only when the wind dies down,
can I really hear all the memories play around
When the days swift by, and the time feels like a blink
I lose my footing in the sand I feel it all sink
Catching up to me, losing my breath
Holding on tightly to what I have left.

I may not have said much, but I listen
Roughing our hands and minds over the fighting.
In the end is this the chapter that we skip?
Pages stuck together, I've seen this all before
Pulling the trigger from the weapon on your lips. 
It's all been done before. 

I know I can be great, I've seen in in the mirror
I can be graceful on the other side of the faded lines"
I can create peace if the monsters could disappear.
Choking and clawing behind every smile.
Linger in the sadness this could be a while..

Only sometimes do I dare to dream in the moon light
develop a plan to follow
and then, I create the bumps in the path
I'm the very destruction I preach about overcoming
I'm discreetly smitten with my own dismay
come what will and come what may. 

Sleep Walking

 Mid way through the second month of the year and I feel more positive about what could be than  last year. Even before the pandemic started. Somedays it is still hard to believe that this is the world. This is the way we are living. I never imagined that we would be in a lock down or required to wear masks. When deep in history you hear about these type of things. You see the old faded grainy black and white photos but never could you really get the sense of how serious their lives could of been. Feel the fear that lived in the people in that picture in years and years ago. The Spanish flu- you see people wearing masks but it didn't quite register how it would be, what they had to change to survive. Did life ever go back to normal? Of it the normal we all knew the reflection of change from then? 

My children are young (4,2) will this be their normal? Will we ever be able to feel safe. I know that we will need to keep doing what they ask of us to help direct life back to some type of way of safe or feeling safer. I think about it often and how I long for it to all be over but I can't continue to waste time wishing. It will do me only harm as I sit and dwell in the pity.
I must take this time and see all of the good that I can do, what I am able to accomplish. Being flexible with my goals and within myself to acknowledge the change and do what I can with. Appreciate what this pandemic can give to me. There is opportunity in every circumstance and I honestly feel it is all about perspective. Even though I fall victim inside my own head most of the time. I hope that I can prove myself against this pandemic and still allow myself to create a positive change and accomplish something. Not allowing the influences of the world try to hold me back. I know that there are things that need to remain at bay and different on hold. I have a good feeling swimming inside of me. I wish I could catch it so I could understand it better.  To know what path I'm really suppose to take instead of the guessing and the anxiety of trying to create this.

A positive mind can make all the different in how we react, how we work through challenges and to the goals. A positive mind can give you what you need to be successful. To give the extra boost in your drive to make it happen. To make it clearer on what needs to be done. Negativity only will hold you back from full potential. 

2021, I'm coming for ya.