Oxygen

I threw away my mind,

left it on your doorstep. . .

told you to use it as oxygen,

while the organs in your body shut down.

Cause all I am is a thought,

so I gave you health with words & love,

and solitude showed up with a knock at my door.

I opened it kindly, for fear of being rude.

Solitude kindled a little fire,

which seemed familiar,

like something I vibrated to before.

But this time it grew bigger inside my heart,

inside my gut. . .

This is where I felt your purity,

birthing yourself anew.

This tree of life was always there,

growing every day. . .

and in myself I saw you too,

expanding from a life you once knew.

The magic is there,

she opened me up,

mother earth cradling me through the air.

So, if you don't believe, that's okay. . .

I'll hold a space inside this magic box,

as I sift through your air.

Words of Distortion

Letters into words,

they become meaningless

when sleeping ears critique their form.

Every little curve. . .

definitions for minuscule cursive markings.

Endless days of this study turned my soul to mush,

or at least I thought.

For I fell deep into the earth

while I slept with no expectations,

looking around and realizing that my soul never left...

I was there the whole time,

birthing a new experience to later tell my mind,

but translations never came in pure form

because my soul speaks a language of its own.

It dances to the whistle of the wind,

and caresses itself in a circle of music,

which strings itself upon stairs of gold,

allowing me access whenever I please.

In a room occupied by organized chaos,

I transform my perception by falling,

falling deep into the earth again,

and rising up to meet my Self once more.

Then the scenery brightens & the people become pure,

leaving no trail of distortion in my mind.