Most

Meandering water arrive from the source as the torrents
Open heights is something we all can see
Storm water rage the valley reforms its own ideas
Tomorrow meander

Most will not notice the changes
Almost invisible to those who look
Lessons stored in muscle memories
Inches gained with struggle are rejoiced

Almost everything you had

Stranger

I reject often these commonly accepted truths we hold
When upon your path stranger I travel we do not know each other well or so we believe

I know something better than any other alive today: me and what I feel
I lie to myself all the time to be sure, but there are certain places my blood seldom flows

Rarely up my heart and down my head
This morning I feel we know more than there is unknown
There are just too many wrong things we still hold

Young still get married and they make their own definitions of words
A stranger had this power to provoke and clearly most will not

There is a quality of the known and there are no strangers up my heart and down my head

Time to Write

I came here upon a time to write
Waiting for something different
Here found a wealth of now

We bring different things to offer
We see each other
We make priorities

I came here upon a time nothing to say

Thor

Sometimes plans change
Most of what you would think
And certain ones that should never be
So they are not

Sometimes you change
Most of what you would know
And certain ways you should live
So they are

When you meet it is advantageous to see
There are few stakeholders in anything you do
But they are key to who you are

Too dense for most would I be in all these ways that come to mind
Love, laughter, life so thick as to be lodged

My Father's Day

We used to talk how all the time that time is simultaneous or so he told me
Not sure what he thought of that because the topic would stray
My father never had a consistent theology but these core beliefs
 They were who he was

As a child I understood that this conversation would never end
Even as it would all unfold I would be here now

He seldom thought consequences all the way down
His ideas were his and thoughts were things
He just choose to not change his thoughts sometimes

I took lesson from a whole life
I change all my thoughts and try to see only from new places
My father's day is tomorrow too and so on  :-)

Blue Stone

It is what they called the most ordinary stone
And also upon their arrival

Everywhere laying around ordinary
Simple to be found

My electronic blue stone
Simple to be found

June 3

What is in a day?
Life began another day change would change you
Defined by the sun

Nine months and a standard deviation of sun
Each unique exposure each a mother carried
The stars were around but our star stamps its own

Born the same day there are good odds
Chances that the sun influenced you through someone else in similar ways
Same years odds improve

There is no sure thing but good reasons to gamble
The slightest of bias brings us here today
Little more matter than anti

More than two variables they don't teach much in school
It is difficult

Friction but no fiction
A birthday and year changes you mostly through the weather your mother experienced

We are all twins

Star Fuel

She was happy and sad
There were Chinese letters down her right shoulder
Taken shelter from the storm
So close in space yet so far in place a small smile of passing
We are not just star dust
We are star fuel every bit of us a preferred source of fuel for some star class
What is it that we are learning
She took her small daughter to the shore and the rain did not fall; drawn near shelter a storm passed

In this space and time they linger
Place we find ourselves beside out of step mostly slightly in tune more than not
More positive than anti
Small things cause pain in our lives as well as large

We return to the ocean; the ocean returns to the heavens
Call it another life or what you will it will be created
New stars will be born
Where will you be then

We can trace 13 billion trips around the sun in the sand
I think there is more
We can trace 4 billion more years of the future of this planet
Where will you be then; where were you before
I think there is more

How far will this recycling continue ?
Regardless your policy: you will be star fuel
Where will you be then
We walked along the shore between storms
A nice small chat in eleven dimensions

We can know the past as well the future
In two directions a circle meets
There are few ingredients and infinite possibilities
More than I can comprehend but I can imagine if I could it would not be that complicated
So much makes sense like the pressure waves across our spiral galaxy

It comes for us for this loan that has been made
Where will you be
How will you know; will they know you
Do we know them?
I think there were more

There is a certain economy to this stellar and species evolution
Circles are not new
To create something so large would you use more or less ingredients?
You might not comprehend a specific number and there is surely much we are ignorante
But you can imagine a finite amount of things creating the infinite

You have a heart for such reasons every hour your waking day should you only choose