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.