What living have we found amongst the trees torn down
and if we could would we replant or just find a new way to accomodate our urges to construct from the ground up
shall we yet again tear down and once more find ourselves surrounded by the structures that mirror our minds and urges
or shall we
do we
were we shaped by environment as we found it.
if we were would that make our tendency okay?
that we mimic nature in our need to generate order and destroy
see the passing of time bring the passing of stability and built circumstances that equalled a certain existence
but then sees it replaced with something new? better adapted to the context and space rearranged by time
i found you
when i wandered and wondered through the lines of obliterated thoughts and wants
of mixed desires for unperscribed oughts and offered pieces of a great big board
are you filled with magic?
with love?
do you yield a sword and cover the hatches in a rainstorm
i dreamt of owning - of petting a horse today
of walking in fields and building a school - or working
being happy daily, content satisfied. gifted with joy and gratitude-filled grace.
i miss you
can sometimes envision you.
near me - your hands rough, your presence affirming, assuring
faithful
i wished over magic wands
that peace could be a good friend
that my nighmares would stop fooling with me
that my dreams could be
closer to me
the things wanted less unsure - the world not so obscure
in toronto there's living
lots of it
lives and thoughts and projects and people
everywhere.
and i sought - i seek
i am seeking some sort of organizing
for community engagement
to rally people around the thought that we can do this together.
that there may be better ways
some practices that could better serve this large community.
that there may be everyday answers to the questions we've found floating around. in the ether of these rules we've been wrapping around. though some freedom has been bought for many to find their way in this anarchy of daily monotony broken by deciding how to pass. do we stop for coffee, do we become sad? are we bad, are we trying to improve, is everything okay? is it fair. do they care - who are we outside the expectations of those who know us best? are we social being created by the self-affirmation we receive in those who love us and see us daily? how much holds us a mirage of daily existing and . I . see . eyes . opening - at least one, somewhere above my own body.
