lent || to many gears
Its the clear sigh of days gone by and the unrelenting wispies in your eye. They are cute and free but just then they started to be, barriers in seeing the person that sits right in front of you. Your distracted and your looking past them like you have some place to be other than where you have planted your feet. Thats when it hits, and everything flips, like the tables in the temple that are still spinning. There is to much going on but you’ve managed to get along. All day and all night ready to pick a fight with the ghosts that shriek, the worst of things:
your dull
your not dangerous
you cant change this
And what a mess you are
But Im not to far from saying that this matters not. If I remember right my feet are still planted and love is still real enough to breath with a new kind of abandonment. Im shifting gears and climbing for a while with not worries but plenty of furry and, the chain clicks. Its energy focused as a bird soars or like a lion takes a deep breath and roars. It is summed up in a delicate note and moments, when love wins. So Im selling all my gears and offering all my fears to these times when everything breaks through-when love feels new and there is only one gear to spin, one reality to live in.
