buried deep within

 

the life narrative is not open ended.

it's still primarily ordering from the menu.

got to figure out how not to be the customer,

not be thinking open for business,

how to plan not to plan ahead,

hire the senses for curiosity's sake,

fend off conclusions 

as if mosquitos of the night,

take off the shades and put on the brights.

not easy not being self summational,

having walls of problematic, 

and windows of dream on

and the social account 

of circumstance relevant.

all of romance is not flint and steel.

even self-dialogue doesn't really have 

a life coach tone.

putting on a wardrobe 

of childhood memories

is not far enough back 

or a deep enough callings.

look for the lightening bolts of drawnness

that may have lasted for two seconds 

of bright,

those deep-well thoughts 

without any justification,

the calling far within that make no sense

in your otherwise normal life,

the if I had to wake up tomorrow,

as if it was day one.

and you're all ears, 

to hear what say comes out of you,

from the you 

without limits, apprehensions or fears.

maybe it doesn't start with words.

it's a feeling that emerges 

into a composite of presence.

and you come to realize that feel, as you.

now give it the freeform potential of being.

it's not time yet to make sense.

it's still in the making 

as creative finds its mediums for usage.

it's from the inside out in high contrast.

it feels like you are channeling 

your existence

and going forward into it.

okay, let's have a day of this,

without all the previous life mishaps included.

it's an emotional river flow,

looking for riverbanks, headwaters

and the eventually ocean within.

if there is now a leak in the damn 

of self-existence,

go with that.

make fluid your identity moving forward.

deep draw from your spirit

and let your person be the evident result.

hey, it's just a thought.

well maybe it's a longstanding ,

been buried deep within

and now can surface as a calling . . .