the make-way of my day 12/27/19

oh with ease intended

to make floaty bubbles 

in a world of mundane air

to be of the inner speak 

translating the outer beauty seen

for casting magic’s presence 

out of the labor’s of shadows fall

to find the surprises of up-lift-meant 

in what exists as gravity’s putdown

for to be in a world of odor 

yet finding fragrances to dance

whereby manifesting zest 

out of the ponderous bales of the day

further finding facets of fascination 

while panning through the skirmishes with chores

yet boldly defying the gravity of conclusions

with the observations that inwardly exhilarate

to notice how composition 

is access to cause-worthiness 

how sensory input is open 

to personal interpretative flair

and the way that the day can become reflectively shiny 

from the broadcast of personal light

while giving every steadfast reactive urge 

the opportunity to wondrously evaporate into sky

and how the fabric of what-means, 

upon closer inspection,

has threads of intimate interior delight

how the body heat from another 

can be experienced 

as immeasurable, 

topped with silent glee

and where within that I have private prairies 

there are, for me, 

intimacies of explorable galore

for then to live in a world of meandering animation 

beyond the monuments of just cause

where personal freedom resides 

beyond perception’s retrieval 

and dignity itself,

is composed of essentially all moving parts

to where simplicity is the costume of innocence 

woven into the complexity of the all

and to eventually notice

that not all that is sensed 

comes simply from the embraces 

offered by awareness

and not all of dark 

is just composed of shady

but some of it is 

the formal omnipresence of the unknown

so for now 

there is the offering of all these endless gifts

and I will use my method of personal experience 

to essentially unwrap them 

in the make-way of my day . . .