Life is deeply personal
in this journey
striking the bowshock of futures.
Those that play well with others
lend life to everything
through the lacunas of deep time
towards dreams
for some, while others
lend the inspiration.
Journeys
take us sometimes to
where we left
Maybe we wander Direction Zero
and while waiting-
journey in mind.
Striking bow shocks of the future
are all our hopes and dreaming
all thoughts and deeds
clearing galactic junk
from paths for safe travel
and protecting the life
we engender like the sun
Playing well with others
are forces of the Universe.
Either elementary or societal,
we've survived to wrangle benefit
from the very things that would destroy us.
Lending life to everything
are greater powers
which because commonplace
often go unthanked
in daily life.
Though simple,
profound beauty
resides in some things
like sunshine and oxygen
with great feeding small, and
the simple feeding complex.
Lacunas of time
separate and divide days
dividing simple and complex, too.
We can but observe
and extrapolate
from current processes
to interpret pasts
obscured through ages
The past feeds the future,
dreaming feeds the present
Toward dreams,
I would hope.
For it's easier to sort
private expectations
than public responsibility
of which often thinks of your needs
and wants, Last.
Lending inspiration
is Life
The whole world surrounds.
We but need to learn
how to listen
to its rich song
conflating all.
Hidden mystery
journeys in minds
in paths of safe travel.
Either elementary or societal,
it resides in some things
to interpret pasts
both public and private.
We but need to learn of it.