most of the time

within reach

the flower pot rests

close to the edge

…

we are under

the influence of

what we see

what we hear

what we eat

what we taste

until it’s too late

less and more

mountain trail

three stacked pebbles

cross our path

…

others always seem

to have opinions around

when we decide to focus

more time in one area

the less time is spent on others

which is true in some respect

but how much does it matter?

counting down

a dented box

gently curves itself

around our eyes

…

the days until

a cardboard box

or envelope

is delivered

fills us with

anticipation

and wonder

trading trust

as for the frog

it floated to the top

of the lake

…

with the promise

for future profits

benefits next to no one

unless we are the ones

making the promise

to an audience

who doesn’t know any better

fortunate

do you see

the snowfall melting

below the cherry tree

…

we are lucky

to have x

to own y

to eat this

to drink that

to live here

and be alive

awkward

shaking

the brushstroke

the breathwork

…

this is the way

we have always

done something

like writing with our

dominant hand

until we need

to write with the other

group a

setting clay pot

entering the nest

of a dragon

…

group b

group c

and so on

and so on

yet what matter to us

is not what group we are in

but our actions becoming consequences

reactions

flip a coin

the moment has come

to decide our fate

…

when we first

find out what happened

how we react

is an immediate reflection

of how we feel about

certain circumstances

in or out of our control

familiar

running over

the metal giant

the streets beckon

…

don’t worry

we all have been

in situations

where we face

nothing but the unknown

until our surroundings

become part of the norm

hum

spinning around

the umbrella drops

the moon’s tears

…

some chants

some chorus

some commercials

however short

often times

replay over and over

within our minds

broken bones

asphalt

a marathon

of black ants

…

some heal

some don’t

but one thing

is certain

we are not

the same person

from before

this step

restful lake

a stone falls

to the bottom

…

leads us

to this thing

and this action

sends us here

is what we see

with the paradox of choice

and consequences

own us or own it

red sweater

a new pill emerges

from the cloud

…

style for us

shouldn’t focus

about how much

we own in our closets

but more about

how we dress ourselves with

the clothes we have

part of the process

dripping along

a trail forms

as icicles melt

…

whether we hit

our highest of highs

our lowest of lows

or remain neutral

we should except the past

enjoy the present and

preparing for tomorrow

range

standing

at the center

of a cliff

…

everyone will always

give us a wide mix

of their opinions and emotions

on certain topics

which in turn may factor

into our decisions

after time and reflection

cumulative

wisping snow

slowly then quickly

becomes an avalanche

…

our experiences

our findings

our learnings

our teachings

our skills

our life

it all adds up

from our findings

tonight

the fly dances

it’s last dance

…

we can conclude

this means that

that happens because of this

this causes that

that makes this

this plus or minus that

that’s the way it is

wait for it

sour milk

another experiment

turns to yogurt

…

and the signal

will come to us

all it takes

is to know what

we should be

looking for when

we seek to change

one relationship

older sister

guiding mother’s hand

sewing coats

…

at a time

one day

at a time

we get the gift

to engage with

people near or far

where ever they are

carry over

sweeping branches

at the bottom of

the mountain

…

should we expect

the same results

when we inject

our culture within

a new environment? -

not necessarily but

time will tell