What is art
Making an art out of asking
Your music has changed my world
Crowd surfing too is an art
Like asking there must be acceptance
The fear of failing
This happens all the time
Giving away for free
What is loved the most
Remember it is never done by telling
Asking reveals vulnerability
And forges relationships
Strip bare and let everyone draw on you
Inviting people in loving with trust
Ask without shame
Then we really see each other
We really see ourselves
Stop asking how to make
someone do something
Start asking how to let
someone do something
What is normal
Out there somewhere beyond the walls of time over the
barriers of fear and rejection waits a cleansing and a fresh start vacant of the
judgments and criticisms of a world gone mad. Green fields await the lives of
the ones who care who dare and who do whatever it takes to make a difference
one so positive and true it defies logic and reason standing together against a
whitewashed norm knowing full well how beautiful a decorated prism is. Time is
now to unlock the doors’ melted chains of oppression it’s a new age a
generation of peace a foundation put in place with cornerstones of respect and
dignity for all yes the sun will rise and set on some kind of beauty.
What isn’t
A wilderness
Not to be found in the uninhabited
Among the wildest most untamed of beasts
I’m talking about the wilderness of the heart
The spirit and soul
Three components blended as one
Offspring produced of such elegance
Exquisite acceptance of self
Nobility in the doing of what is right
Effortlessly celebrated by Kerouac
On the road to know and depend
Upon each other and yourself
It can be so mystical
It can be so Blake
What? Brothers
Look around
Will you not
The landscape littered
Life has a way
Simplifying and forming the horizon
Brief shattered glimpse
The corner of the eye
Blurred image into focus
Each and all brothers
What? A thought
Is a life of ups
and downs
Otherwise it wouldn’t be full
It would be boring
What? Balance v. tilt
All we should really seek is balance
In everything we do
Like the air we inhale
So common in its chemical make-up
When inhaled it becomes our very own
So is balance unique to each
One’s balance is another's tilt
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