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the candle

I sit by candle light
restless and empty,
there’s nothing left to write
my plate is dirty,
and cicadas sing the endless drone
of fading summer.

As I sit alone
cloths scattered around,
my mind wanders, ponders the ground
I tread without a sound,
breathing fire, the candle flickers
in the breeze unbound,
and I don’t really know what I’m doing
but that’s ok right now.

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see

Your face lights up when you talk,

so many experiences lived, emotions felt,

sometimes I see that twinkle in your eye,

that brief flicker of movement, semi controlled.

I connect with it, knowing that it cant directly connect with the eye of mine,

but somehow you know I’m engaged, listening close.

Words of wisdom and experience, a life seemingly spent in thought;

what else can occupy the mind without vision.

I never knew about your spirituality, you never directly told me,

it must have been profound.

You talked of a love of science, without coldness but wonder,

wonder at the natural world you connected with through touch and sound,

you seemed to know something about the world that others didn’t,

somehow engaged but unattached;

knowing the value of money and hard work whilst maintaining a non materialistic philosophy,

If I had one goal in life it would be to live in the head space I saw you enjoy in your last years,

I know in my heart you saw the world like know one else I have met,

you saw deep into the true nature of things, past conventional reality, deep into your mind.

 

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growth

New life sprouts from your singed skin, you

look as though you might fall any moment, or live for a thousand years.

while others stand tall and straight in line,

reaching for the sky, you twist and turn

unpredictably;

where will you branch out too next, where will you go

one cant know.

at least you are you, at least you are new,

I see you there delineated as me, the twisted tree;

firmly planted but forever free…

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elusive

Ambitiously we seek, we cling, we attach;

and it slips… we

                   chase

           follow

  pursue

Our life spent running,

toward the future,

forever aimed at a target.

The target recedes every time we think we’ve hit it,

but we keep on aiming,

                                                            advancing and

Attacking out goal.

Until we’ve worn out,

Spent our life chasing,

Running towards the target and away from the self

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