Ear we go without the ego.
Art of the heart.
What’s in your hand?
Demands are like sand.
They slip your grip
Doing only what you can.
Should I guess or bless?
Is your grip on your mess?
What if you confess
No more no less?
Challenge the stress.
Soothe by caress.
Free not to impress.
Listening more, talking less.
Stronger longer to rest in progress
Knowing the promise is always Yes.
Shuck the shackles.
Happy new ear.
Years of ears.
Sum it. A peak peek.
Eye pad.
My way has no High way
I go by the Way
A drive by so to say
Eager but not serious
Calling a calling delirious
High minded and unwinded I confess
Unbridled without brokenness
Idolizing my distress
By pressing my idle
Idolizing stress
Without a bridle.
Angry because afraid
Knowing I’m being played
Out of view of the parade
Thinking I’m self-made.
Opposing rather than challenging.
I’m blank until drawn again.
Quantum playground.
Talking familiarly in a growing fluency.
Unsinkable but not unthinkable.
It’s not always possible to distinguish between a curious heart and a committed one.
A closed mouth frees the mind.
A boiling pot hole.
Bull dozing.
Contention competing against contentment
Storms of the face
Are they the storms I face
Reflected in my pace
That put me in my place
Did I respond to Grace
As a basket case
In an impossible race
Do I continue to chase
What is already in place
Can I see without a trace
A King from an ace
Can I be a broken vase
On a dusty bookcase
Time to embrace what I can’t erase
Back to the shoe lace in the foot race