There are moments,
where you take a chance and it blows up
it your face, and you feel like an idiot
but you knew if you didn’t do it, you
would always been standing at the precipice
“why’d didn’t I jump?”
Not all risks will end pretty
sometimes you jump and you splat,
but if the intention is honest,
and the passion is real
and you’re not out to play games or plug yourself,
then it’s worth it, because you tried
and maybe that girl will say no,
or the casting director won’t give the time of day,
or maybe nobody will understand what you tried to do,
but it’s okay.
You were you.
And that’s all you can be.
How long, o Joshua, will your people hold back from their inheritance
what are they afraid of?
don’t they know that I AM God
Walking barefoot through the sands of time,
I visit old edifices, machines of past lives that once seemed so daunting,
that are now rusted and falling back into the earth.
I stop to snatch a flower from out of the ground,
it smells of the fragrance of promise.
I take a deep whiff, absorbing it all into my pours,
letting the aroma saturate my pores,
before replanting the living thing back into the ground.
I start to spring, so fast that my lungs burn,
As I do so, I feel so alive.
I cry out, victoriously, words that are not words,
and I collapse into a waking state.
It is beginning of tomorrow, and I feel good.