Just shaking ice from my fingers
Pulling the leaves from my brain
If it stings, it's working
Like my old face wash

Cleaning my glasses I find that there is much to clean from my glasses
I never saw what was there
Though it was relatively close to my eyeballs

O how I wish to take part in something grand
Though I am slowly believing that it is not possible to realize that one is taking part in something grand
It seems as if closing the book is what allows the final judgement to sink in
That we were in something great and we never realized

So how can I look around and know that what is taking place is taking place?
Aren't we always going somewhere else?
On towards next?

Today must hold something that I can inhale
What is special about sitting here trying to write again?

Thinking of key words that might trigger great movement:
-Kiosk
-Epic

Well, I guess it's not so many key words
and reading them now doesn't feel so moving
And the second one is essentially a synonym

The ability to sink into what is now
To descend into peace knowing that I am not becoming okay
But I am okay

Easier said than done (catchphrase)
The art of rest
Of not having to prove anything

And hoping that I will be able to hear the things that will hit soft spots:
The desire to create
The desire to focus attentively
The desire to grow more gentle
The desire to exist out of strength
Just a few

Bring me to the brink of my abilities
Let me be taken to the edge of what I feel I can grasp
And then let me rest

There is something exciting about recovering
From thoughts telling me that I will be consumed
And in that moment
Trusting I don't have to conquer

Because my reflexes tell me this is all a competition
And I have to beat everything in the whole universe

So where I am sitting means absolutely nothing anymore
And what I write right now means nothing
Because I am concerned about nebulae being more spontaneous than myself

Apples and oranges probably
Those concerns will certainly slip through my fingers

And back to earth
There are people all around me
And they, being capable of so much I do not know
are probably my best shot at experiencing adventure

And I, being people too
may not be as stuck as I sometimes feel