and Poetry

I am sure I am not the only one
Finding myself in constant debates between the internal realities and

the ones that would like us in sheepskin on the external realm.

I seek nothing more then that.....
something
lighting up my fire
Burning brighter, yet steadily.
It is hard to resist the blanket of simple comforts,
When it is so readily thrown upon us and

most often......
We’ll take it 2.
But there is this fire.....
Within....
Something
A gut feeling.....

stirring....
Us up 2

ask questions, for true humaness.
Usually, we can see it a mile away.....
That.....
that would bring out our howls as wolves sounding in the night skies.....
But..... we get scared, to rumble up the goody two shoes manners we’re taught.
Then..... we feel silence...........
Something
We seem not 2 be able 2 ignore,
As it burns within us.
Really, I am sure I am not the only one
Trying to remind me,

Manu,

of my option 2 invent myself and to live life in an instant,
As what it is,
The opportunity to fall out of myself and back in.....
To live that........
Something
Felt and known
On my naked skin like a shiver of cold rain drops.

Change is the only constant.
I put on my boots,
Walk the woods,
Feel the wet moss, when I breathe in.
I howl out my love for that......
Something
and hopefully
it will resonate back to me.