this existence

fan the flames of curiosity celebrate this existence we share while we have this life to give -aw

energy, frequency, and vibration

nuances within nuances we attract and we push away living energies and beams of light feel it, embrace it, recognize it -aw

a skin unlike your own

everyone operates differently were the same but different living in a skin that may not always feel like our own -aw

shooting pains

sticky corners and shooting pains stars in alignment bubble across the galaxy in my glass everything is important yet unimportant all the same -aw

shackled

to go from the world created around us to the world created by us is a shocking revelation by shackling nature in our midst all we’ve truly done is shackle ourselves -aw

a lonely fir

pieces of us exist everywhere shards, flakes, energies that lonely fir a brick amongst bricks the winds of time and the space that carry us -aw

paradise in these hills

soft smiles, a quick glance a shanty simmer of a hearty laugh eyes like pools of manuka honey that elusive yet endearing blend of innocence experience bubbling over something which only life and pain brings -aw

a thread to pull

you’ll see pull that thread intertwined whether unwinding or completing you resolve for the better -aw

four feet apart

four feet apart yet we’re worlds away a holocene view of these enamoring views but i’d just like to truly be next to you distractions and fragmentations connecting bridge at both ends ties and threads trusting one another so maybe we’re not so far apart, you and I -aw

this unspoken contract

hello friend if you’re reading this we have a contract you the reader, absorber, feeler myself the writer, creator, weaver what do we make of this no ideas were dreamt of successes or failures just a void and some firing neurons if you’re reading this, take care of yourself -aw

what matters

everything matters and nothing matters all in one, all the same the vistas we gaze upon the time given to us in this realm let us dream our dreams -aw

not my day

wit and weather have not been my friends a monday of all mondays, catch me outside yet I persist, without resisting all things change, and all change comes the best we can do is adapt and let go for that is the one constant in this life -aw

out of touch

do you ever have days or stretches where you just feel a bit disconnected? no matter how much sleep or joy something just feels off? struggling with bad habits and feelings just below the surface a lingering might that pulls you along -aw

a whirlwind of life

this life has ways of catching us off guard life a gust of wind in a sail that you didn’t even know was there moving you, guiding you, pushing you through -aw

our golden path

to be in lockstep more than passing gazes inextricably linked, unmoving not as a duty or an obligation but as discovery, curiosity, passion a wanting to be caught in the throes of a divine world I may not know you yet it may be some time along this golden path but here I journey, and here I remain -aw

I've been thinking

I’ve been thinking lately it’s been a lot thinking about thinking pondering about that thinking are these spirals bound to spiral? unwinding and winding up again? to whom do I even ask these questions? if not my spiral-bound friend -aw

a wondering awe

chaos amidst chaos manufactured unruliness leave it be, let the organic nature flow anxieties and unbridled fear being stoked fragmented, divided, and isolated we lack the fresh, empowering connections the organic and alive, the unbounded and raw, an unexpected outcome within a wondering awe -aw

myths that hold us

I recognize the shapes of existing forces their processes of creation the relationship we have to myths in which men sleep and we so quickly forget -aw

welcome to the world

welcome to this world young one i’m not sure to which world you’ve arrived but may peace and love prosper and allow you to grow for all time -aw

bring about life

to bring about life instead of taking it away -aw

purpose & meaning

lacking purpose lacking meaning glaring lights and sterile perfumes am I the best version I can be? Do I need to be? sickening hopelessness until the end of the tunnel lights a flicker is all that was ever needed -aw

all of the its

all these ‘its’ with coloured lenses atop them but how else do we derive meaning or character without forms and factions of good and bad honourable and distasteful -aw

choose chaos

do I choose chaos? do I dare subject myself to the fire? will it mold me, or will it leave me formless is that up to me? when do I know enough to decide? that uninhibited limit, that boundary is it contrived, is it judgmental am I wrong? -aw

profligate

learning and growing taking matters into my own hands only controlling what I can control as a society, our wants tend to be wasteful things upon things upon things a menacing of waste to fill empty space -aw

wasn't so serious

what if the things we took seriously weren’t needed to be taken seriously? and the things we didn’t take seriously were the things we ought to take seriously -aw