The Release of a Lifetime

A blazing trail of fire carves a path in the woods

And cloaked in fur of red

Chasing after it, hands open

Ready to fight or grasp

The terror and opportunities that come this way

Heat drawing, charging forward

Moving with passion and intensity to beat the flame

To the leading edge of destruction

The very brink of creation and impetus for existence

Each step propelling forward, leaving an imprint in the sand

A whisper of presence

Soon to be forgotten

Never looking back at a past meant to fade

The unseen eyes left behind

Room for heart space to open

To the road ahead

Arms pumping

Moving in slow motion

And crafting a strategy

For progressing in one direction

Stepping through each memory

Like a sandy shore on a forgotten island

Next to a lonely sea

The proximity draws up energy

The visions call upon the mind

And an empty spirit

Yearns for a wise connection

There exists a time and space

Of profound presence and connectivity

The fulfillment of which

Brings a sensation known as “alive”

The charging of energy in physical form

Spirit grounded

Soul charged with compassion

Relationships connected to a greater cause

The path is clear and open for those who choose to flow

Like water in the woods

Least resistance travels up hill and down

Carving away at rocks with gentle fervor

Carrying trees with humble ease

And providing life with passive activation

Until the destructive forces of stormy heavens

Choose to appear once again

A horizon endlessly distant

Transforms a run into a walk

And the roar of the river

Turns quietly into a trickle

Footsteps imprint more deeply now

Dirt moves more slowly

Capturing spontaneous travels through time

A footprint aged a thousand years

Holds significance beyond the knowledge

Of a thousand men

A thousand men

Cause more destruction than the forceful nature

Of a million trees and beyond

The breath of this earth

The buzz of life

Faltering and fading

Gasping for attention

While fear turns most away

The connections stray

And roots rot from the inside out

Only for a moment as rainbow children appear

On clouds of color

Beyond the range of human spectrum

And deeper than the roots of consciousness itself

Indigenous tales of prophecy fulfilled

To the knowledge of no one

Stories already subverted and long lost

Here to live again and be reborn

As reactivated hands

Fingers carving lines in the sand

Elaborate designs that speak volumes

In whispers that are only heard

When mouths are shut and hearts opened

Ego placed aside for more pressing times

Survival is a cultural responsibility

With endless repercussions

Like an ant that strays from its herd

With plans to travel to the stars

The great unknown continues to speak

In howls and rushes

Windows and branches

Storms and the ocean

With a heightened connection

To all that is free

This is the memory

Presence and balance

Of a moment lived with full breath

Cultivated in awareness

Grateful for the wonder that is

An impossibly complex universe

Held together by forces beyond

Understanding

Control

Subjugation

The only lines that rule

Are those that vibrate in relation

To a community of life in tow

Fed by symbiotic relations

Of harmonious rhythms

Musical compositions

All voices in unity

With reverence for all

The red coat comes off

Baring vulnerable flesh, scarred and bruised

Mouth dry and thirsting

For the words to connect the beats

To release the old programming

And rewrite new scripts

Be one for all

And all will be one

Moving together in waves

Robust and steady

Carrying the weight of gravity

While lending light to the stars