kick up the covers and lay down...mess up my bed with me

Breathing in the fresh dew of midnight, I realized we all need something to hold on to. Oddly enough, at the time of this great epiphany (where cosmic wonders were becoming comprehensible beside non-languaged feelings of just-right) I was holding three trash bags. Trash and baggage: all that had been contained by my hand--and I realized that too many people are wanting to hold something else, but are too afraid to release. To afraid to slip...to slip into what? On the fall down, you might find something better to grab on to, and when you find it...don't let go. Don't be afraid to reach for it. Hold it. Don't let go--

Some hold their person. A person of years, months, weeks, days, nights, seconds...it takes time to grow. Time to fuse pieces of your soul, embrace the parts that have changed. Make them your own. Let go of parts that need to fall away. Others hold themselves, lift their faces above the crowd and, heads held high, go on by. Seeing. Knowing. Being. We move amongst each other. Hardly aware of what drives one foot in front of the other or fuels our motivation. We just keep going. Our knowledge is going. Moving on. Oblivious

We hold standards, goals, and morals. We cling to objects, concepts, and memories. Have any of us really slipped? Let alone fallen to a point where we, as people, are unable to support ourselves? Or have we just become dependent on this faux-feeling of faux-comfort? Comfort in this contradicting paradigm lulls us to a sleep. A sleep so warm, we sweat with anticipation and fear that, sometime soon, the sun will rise. Reality must be approaching. Don't Come. We fight it. Don't come. We cry in the faux-night of closed eyes, hearts, and minds. We fight reality.

And so it is. Life goes easy on us most of the time. And so it is. Shorter story, no love no glory, no hero in our sky. We'll all forget the breeze most of the time. And so it is. And so it will continue.

Open your eyes, surprise yourself with what you see. If you're lucky, whatever you saw, whatever you felt behind that shielding comfort of your eyelids, whatever you think was beyond here, beyond now, might just BE.

...standing in front of you. Reaching. Wanting. Wishing, just as you are.

but you have to let go to re-grab. You have to open your eyes to see. Leap before you can truly understand faith. And don't forget come daylight...