For a week each month she serves wine.
Apart from that her honey comes sweet and divine.
The dew of her skin ensues a dawning scent all her own
And her alimentary milk, more pure than silk
Will continue to sprout the future.
Holding the seed of life
she secretes sacred substances.
Reflective of nature's gifts
is to nurture.
Don't callus yourself to their concerns
hasty to assume
with upcoming polls to be counted
attempt to acknowledge
the path between head and heart.
Peeling back the lid
to expose perspective
and maybe try to taste
a different one every now and again.
With that thumping, throbbing,
blood pumping bulb of love
in the chest.
Dance to its beat
but don't let it bleed your brain
until it oozes out of your eye sockets.
Logic and reason can channel
energy in motion.
You've become emperor
in moccasin boots.
Walk your own way and
try to keep upright. Align time
in resources, energy, and delight.
Now put your patience in your
tool kit and use it to fix the broken
while your pride slides down
the back of your throat.
It's true that life is a game
but it needn't be a competition
against anything other than
your habit to have the last word.
Play to overcome every level of ego
entering into the ecstasy of existential bliss.
Life will become a series of
instances enveloped in love
stamped and mailed to
the finishing of business
under the responsibility of
growing with your own grain.
Learn to love the
challenges they present you.
This is what will make you strong.
This is what has always made you strong.
Mostly in a state of existential crisis, wrapped up in my own mind and in the thoughts that weigh heavy through cyclical depression. Thoughts consisting of anxiety and unhappiness about school, society, humanity, the world, the waste, the ignorance, and my own inner conflicts of knowledge and memory cause constant yearning to exist in a more positive and productive state. My writing through this time has reflected the tendencies I have to think too much, my resolution being through doing art and through connecting with nature. My writing process is usually different every time. Sometimes by compiling small phrases I’ve jotted down in my notes, other times by writing stream of consciousness, and others are more about what word sounds intrigue me. I have found that my writing reads best when I utilize all of these tactics together.