sitting alone with time and wine and trees...
thinking that nothing means love like listening..
and nothing pretends like thought...
words discuss and impress...
they hide and decide..
and once, when given a moment, they slip slide
into that deeper movement with skin pressed to air..
when moment is there and that that is this is given...
and then..there is this nothing...the best gift i've ever been given...
is all else that gives us excuse to be true...with that 'oh so not me' subtract contract.
but there is the who behind…and we all know....why we search for excess....
it's in hearts hurting, mind bending, scab picking messiness..
its in hope sinking, love making, heart breaking...
it's what makes us..
it's in where we hide...velvet and suede....rough edges..torn hems...
it be where this me meets what i can't see..and why in the wide open we hide...
and sit I now smoking..and still..past the addiction is the feeling...
alone, to be...
on a reservation i learned what smoke should be. i do not live it, but i could preach it.
what better than to see a moment...than to feel a prayer?
for there is a reason that all faith feels something sacred there.
in the smoke is a sense...a sense of what? well lets see? impermanence? certainly?
in the meaning of me becoming thee...of floating away? of course?
but in this culture at this time...this is not the ritual.
but in the smoke...or the smoking of...we go...to be with ourselves, to breathe on our own...
to find comfort in eyes that slide away..that give us our own.
because we aren't standing..we aren't thinking...we aren't being...for god sakes, we're just smoking...so leave us the fuck alone...
words be a funny thing to me…means birth and what may come in threes.
like life, wisdom, death...
and all that else may be.
but in the middle comes moments like these.
when time may stop, events may cease, and i bow my head down to one
i'm glad to have met...
sees and cease..so close in sound..and from what i know both in proximity are found...
funny how words be like that...and a good reason why each contact deserves a second look...
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and i do sit here in the trees..with the rain..a dog at my knees..thinking of how this week has been..for me and you my friend, and in all honesty...and hopefully skippin hallmark miderocrasy ( i can't spell) i'm just glad that in the quick movements...in what they call the hard times...there is this....good words, new friends, trees deep in needles, rain deep in promise, life deep in nonsense, and laughter always surpassing sadness...and that darlin, is more than a reason than all the smoke in the world to be happy, to breathe...
