Suspend Musing Awhile

I am dealing with
my property issues
for now.

Timely Undos

Sometimes bright paths lead to a tangled darkness,
Only showing avenues of unsettling contentions,
With no decided places found to encounter,
Assuredly rejoin the preceding thoroughfares. 

Shedding Cobwebs

Darling entanglements always weave the most precious,
Monumental fabrications meant to cloth the self naked,
But of those failed spinnings, those faulty frail laces,
Stand like empty skeletons, dangling to be swept away. 

Assuring Signs

No things not done still point a certain way,
Trending favors no actions are only left assumed,
Inclinations allowed to fade and disappear,
Create a structured emptiness fit to be endured. 

Singing Kittens

A  loudly chorus proclaiming of one's lowly fate,
In needy heart cries carefully crafted to exasperate,
Then comes delight at bountiful sparkles blushed,
And purrs hushed gently to shining patron trust.

Barking Dogs

Ghostly emerging shadows always need a full applause,
Mutual loud shouts for familiar times resident,
Try define and preserve the most delicate of settlement,
But only to woof a noise so painfully incessant.

One Healing

Knowing too well the weep woe afflictions,
Being chased along the dizzy time chasms,
Surfacing listens finally find threading bias,
Reviving the pathways of elemental phantasm.

Urban Grazing

Remembering to forget the onetime undertakings,
Shedding away all earlier hidden calculations,
Foraging openly both fair head and bright heart,
Chancing to be piqued towards an unfettered new start.

Standing Guard

One has to be apart to be outside,
Standing vigil alone, surveying mighty entirety,
With willpower long earned from past enchant,
Freed finally enough, to see the timepiece of eternity.

Sprout Shaping

Sometimes a likely prod becomes a transformation,
An enlightened beholder whose own healed hurtings,
Giving jolt to the mighty many times settled feelings,
Chanting loudly no not for me, but rather for you.

Preferring Patience

A heavy hand never finds a happy home,
Stirring the dragons scorch cozy time spells,
And quieting rebuttals hasten to be squandered,
Forcing tranquility away, condemned only to wander.

Garden Tending

Watched corrections reorder a steady scape,
Unwinding the feral growing impulses,
Award for sundry fleeting aftermaths,
And triumph over perils not ever meant to be.

Sailing Horizons

Cruising slowly to restrain the broad wings of time,
Granting heed to the quieting inner self breezes,
Tacking on fair winds that grow local journey,
A tiny hushed vessel trekking a colossal rowdy sea.

The Grinning Pig

Gleeful tonnage sways even the most ordinary day,
A twinkling of the eyes and vivacious lovely squeals,
Enchants and informs all who see has been revealed,
Wallowing in bright giggles reviewed along the way.

The Enduring Hostage

Losing all that had been one to become,
Washed barely clean of vast intended dreams,
Slammed away viciously earlier understandings,
Slipping safely to the sweet underworld thinkings.

RefoldingTime

Past time is always more clearly remembered,
Not unraveling the momentary inclinations,
Not dissolving all the frozen dispositions,
Merely looking utterly at what has come to be.

The Serving Child

Being thoughtful of the others,
Grows an outside self awareness,
Yet so quietly put to deep sleep,
lies all that one needs to flourish.

Facet Teaming

A lone seer discerns with only his vision,
seeing depths that follow an essential precision,
While sparkles of many harvest the grandest beams,
It is merely their one part that is well to be seen.

Keeping Old Shoes

Looking backwards shows where one has been before.
Walking widely through streaming past successes,
Careful footings pounded previously could always be assured,
Fresh new hikings being traveled, shod in wisely preening cured.

The Habit Box

Gathering up savored ample time seeings,
Bountiful memories are untangled and stored.
Reconsidering the assembled past collections,
Renders new judgments that are not easily ignored.

Old Living

Collapsing old temples always parent new pillars,
Fear shutters all windows and calls for strong buttress,
But eyes open brightly, holding Honesty's long tales,
Become time's darling cherub for the great many years.

The Teetering Boy

Implied with all life is always wide hope,
When waring outsides cloud in soleful darkness,
Perhaps just only a chance, but elsewhere life flashes,
Giving whole light for the fogged boy to see.

Sun Waiting

Prospecting for everything to be,
Rekindling the sweet habitual embers,
To bath in the sunlight of all one remembers,
And redance a song with sisyphusian glee.

Wall Fencing

Combating most vexing bewilderments,
And filling in the vacuum landscapes,
A looking away, a closing the door,
Seeing the discovery beams never no more.

Concrete Mixing

Light clusters of deary eyed poof balls,
bouncing merrily quite free,
Then whooshed  together present
and become forming fixed entities.

Rowing

Cutting a passage through the still water's day,
Prancing among the glimmering moments,
And calling up chants to ward off old daemons,
Forever enthralled at the wake's own presence.

Building Windmills

Sensing the ethers of sparkling endeavors,
And caste in a wanting and vital state,
Setting out fleets of associate catchers
while erecting a new found presence to be.

Setting a Time

To declare a singular of time and space,
And set firm the enlightend fine seeings,
Out of the pliable after time vapors,
create a newness one of being.

Deciding

Allowing what has been fairly seen to be,
All reasonings and early judged surveys
Become melted into undersense tuggings,
And distilled clearly to carry the new way.

The Sparrows

Never it seems just a flight of one,
But rather legions of enterprising consensus.
Solely perceptions resound timely receptions,
And from the many comes the one general decree.

Totems

Keepers of the sacred crystal notions,
Whose long divined condensations,
With the threads of deliberate cognitions,
Create an abiding shrine of a familiar being.

Helping

Not wanting to be parading one's giftedness,
But rather discerning extrinsic insufficiencies,
And by cajoling away fate's own ordered realness,
Come to realize life's empathic serendipitiy. 

Shouldering

Upon stackings of time that within order create
With grand nourishments from olden fruitions,
Illuminating future life's opportune passages,
One becomes timely framework for the intended ages.

Grieving

To wash clean the self's wholly pain,
leaving time alone to be away,
and dwell in life's sweet memories,
Resolved again to be in new realites.

Gardening

Digging in the dirt to clean oneself
And shaping nature's bounty to comply,
While uncovering slumbering shivers
That jolted recollections of ancient times.

Cleaning

A chance for old to become again new,
Sitting on top prodigious enterprise worn and unglued,
By acknowledging one's pointed perception,
one reaffirms the dedication of what it is to be.

Waiting

A test for Time to show itself to be
By suspending earlier determinations
And calling up the hopeful blessings,
That fair chance will elucidate a new reality.

Sunniness

Gleaming dance of particles that be,
An endless procession streaming all energy,
To rouse all of life's quintessence
And thereby give us our existence.

Pining

Lamentable confusion rules the journey's way.
Pained enough to close one's eyes to seeing,
Conjuring only the eminently heinous visions,
While foolishly dismissing time's gentle tug to be.

Spydering

Meandering detections much pleased to see
Of worlds long heralded that the it must be.
Calling out to all the wise guesses,
While fleeing fear's disquieting blackness.

Loss

Dread at what was is now gone,
Amidst empty cries for one's mirrored being.
But fortitude must show itself to be,
And stitch together one's new reality.

Self Interest

With courage enough to be,
To be one's own fine shepherd,
Divining the course to proceed,
Alone knowing what is awareness.

Running

Walking away from the constant self
And calling up the hunter man me,
Pulsing thrilling speedy awakeness,
You have slowed time enough to fairly see.

The Dying Flower

A passing chance to be
A marvelling enchant
Who showed long threads to weave
A cloth for all eternity.

Catness

A meandering mirage of hope
calling out you come alive
to savor the friendship yoke
allowing enough only to thrive.

Sunflowers

Hairy orbs of golden mimic
Dancing purposefully in the wind
Holding most persistent vigil
Over it that is will be.

The Flying Beetle

An iridescent tub with wings
Clocked with fractures of light that sing
A song so short that by the sole ring
One has become part of everything.

Littleness

Having drifted in the dry seas of all eternities,
Yet following the muffled echos of ancient holies,
Always stoking grand high notions
That I am big enough to be.

Living

To dance the whispers of fine time,
Distracted and wounded and helpless and sad,
Always a bright darling
Yet pushed on to experience
You know I'm alive.

A Thought

The question is to discuss either the profound or the mundane. The fear is that what one thinks is profound is really mundane. And that can be crippling.
The hope is that you can see the profound within the mundane. And that can be enlightening.

The First Post

I think I like it. Alot. Now I need to figure out what to say.