Perception slumbers

Where does perception lay its head

when thoughts abound see

what it is that suits the need,

where does it go to hang its head

changing the mask to suit

the challenge

the war within.

What do you see

what do I see

and what lies in between the colors

black to grey

to white to silent

to empty space that lays like a field

burrowed under

and void

of sight and thought

where is perception then

a thought in the fragile head

lost deep below the waters

that drown

the spirit like a poem never born

before being tossed away

as unworthy of sight of eyes that see

the mirrored self

And nothing else

perception still

a mystery.

The sweetness of life

You make me smile

so happy to see this life

so sweet

like a cookie on a plate

sharing amongst the world

the pretty shapes of this moment

hearts and stars filled with sugared taste.

This sweetness of life,

you fill my heart with the goodness

of home and hearth,

warmth and washed down

with the milk of the universe,

dreams filled with jam

and a full stomach of hope.

The plate never empty

more good things await

the scent of joy and a hint of almond

like trees above our heads

abundant with nuts waiting to be plucked

and opened to release

the beauty of simplicity,

the meat of the gifts

of  life.