The monkey is free

The cage withered away

The monkey climbs the tree

Watching the sea in the distance

The monkey is free again

He is not involves in the world of death energy

He is free to feel and believe

The monkey is free.

Marigolds wrapped in your hair with ivy

Was it a dream I dreamed

Something as fantastic as that

Stripping the trees of leaves

And bark and wood

Till the root dives into the earth

And a light flies to the sky

Everything will be alright.

Sweeping through the street

There are places to put things

In holes in the stone

Perhaps to fall below

Into the sewer

We know better

We think wiser

It is not but a magic river

Full of love

Full of luck

Have a cup?

I try to pedal to your door

Through falling leaves

The wind in my face

To deliver a message

Here take it

It means peace

I wish you only the best

If you can believe that 

I pray you are well

We all fall at some point in life

Just brush off the ash

And rise again.

How does one tame the wind

To look into the eye of a hurricane

And tell it to fuck off

How does the soul grow a bit

When caught in the crags between a cliff

As if the fires rage needlessly

Hearts longing for closure

Not more fire

Lets see what water would do

In its flow.

A new day 

Lifting up its wild flames

It is time

For festivity

It is leading 

To the times of your life again

Limbo is dying

The wraiths are in tears

Through pointless fighting

I delight in the changing tides

Embracing change with an open mind

Showing what is meant by my form of might

Come now.

I see some kind of future on the horizon.

I suppose that is better than nothing

And I ask God what is wrong

Why does the shit keep a happening

God

Why does all my good karma

Seem to add up to nothing?


God

You show yourself to me

But then life is full of nasty stuff

So what now?

How can I keep moving

When my platters seem so cold

I have to live with


God just some something

That is all I want

Something

Even a sign.

Mirrors are falling crashing burning

I am yearning in the burning

Nothing rises in the distance but a cloud

Rising from the earth

Its voice almost heard

Saying something as if to say

hello

hello

I try to make it into something

To give it something if I could

Wrapping my heart into it

Stitching love into a beating frame of nothing

I call out your name

I reach into the distance 

There must be something.

A ram awaits the door

It snorts.

The visual world is more powerful than we can grasp with our intellect.

The past is swirling unless we put it down with a finger.