Maybe great moods Aren't something we arrive in Maybe they're something we figure out. Maybe great days Aren’t something we have Maybe they’re something we make. Maybe great lives Aren't something we're born with Maybe they're something we create with what we're given.
The day you plant the seed Is not the day the seed grows The month after you plant the seed Is not the day the fruit shows It isn't until many years later That seed turns to tree And tree bears its fruit Which will never happen of course If you fail to help that seed Firmly take root Water, soil, sun Energy, attention, love This is the way to fruition Any attempt to manipulate Nature's already perfect pace Is to misunderstand the mission Forcing fruit from seed Removing essentials for growth Is to put Mother herself, arrogantly underneath Bring yourself down To the level of your seeds And commit to the process of helping them breathe Otherwise why go through the trouble Of rushing, yelling, planning And doing the extreme When all of that rash action Forces holes into gravesites Rather than the foundation of dreams.
Fight the big battles on the inside And the big battles on the outside Suddenly won’t feel so big anymore
Slow steady pointed compounding non-comparative improvements. Each day.
What a waste to miss out on what’s here because we're too busy whining about dreaming about scheming about what’s over there.
It’s quiet up here Above clouds Above signals Above noise I’m disconnected And my mind begins to float. Looking down I imagine What’s being said What’s being heard What’s calling for attention And I brush at my beard over what’s not. Not everything needs noise To feel seen To feel heard To feel connected But noise isn't the type To just give in or relent. The window calls me back And as I look upon the clouds And vast sky And bend of the earth I feel a deep sense of calm and— I glance back at my screen I clack a few keys Move around a few lines And unknowingly wonder how I might Maximize this poem's Shares and likes.
When we exhale our desires we can breath in the happiness that was there all along.