her silvery blue eyes: the making of

[panic in paradise]

peace is held in the hand, like the curled and bowed hair of lovers past
watching the earth for living color, even the green fades from the grass -
reflections only come from where they began; one look towards, one look with-in -
both in this mortal-coil of illusion, which draws nearest again.
all impressions are left in her: the earths warm soil - all light reflects from him: the moons glowing oil - all thoughts collect like water in a wave, all joy of life that once did, can come again from the peace of a grave.

ones belief creates of them the greatest liberator, or the most loyal slave - hold next what is your greatest sense of freedom, and allow that to be as is, cherished openly.

 

[panic in paradise]

the change in current while sleeping at sail, is as useless as the wind, the destination is always the same un-knowingly.
waves lap at the hull and transom, her hull stays the same; almost waiting; nothing held onto only floating.
the same as the dreamer, the same as the dream, nothing is happening but all of life is seen.

who is the guide, what is to be ignored?
where might wanting lead and why might we chose to only wait, while doing so more.?

be the water and rest where you-be as you-are - movement amongst ever-changing waves of new existence - allow what comes and be the change, generate your own persistence.

 

[pk.]

"ones belief creates of them the greatest liberator, or the most loyal slave - hold next what is your greatest sense of freedom, and allow that to be as is, cherished openly."

Nicely stated. I hope I get to reach that point; where either one becomes an option.

 

[panic in paradise]

through the water in your eyes, reflections are more clear
on the shape of tears what is further stretches closer
from the opposing side they also cheer
for joy they do
what is seen on a field of dreams is obviously only you
how else could it be there?

why fight with yourself when an answer is all that is being waited for
wait longer and find out from with-in more soon
at the end of ever day
its own light is sent to swoon over the castles of imagination
fascination is the shape of the land looked to
destiny is where we stand
life is at every turn, so be the bend in the bow and make the way for the arrow
that way how all else may then land
is all now according plan.

be the peace in the wind, you carry with it as you are.

 

[Jennyfur_Karma_Kin]

Ahhh especially "be the peace in the wind, you carry with it as you are"

 

[panic in paradise]

^its true...

"ones belief creates of them the greatest liberator, or the most loyal slave - hold next what is your greatest sense of freedom, and allow that to be as is, cherished openly."

Nicely stated. I hope I get to reach that point; where either one becomes an option.

this is the only option in life, the choice is always here and made from one moment to the next - to the extent of your own dedication and trust that you are making the right choice - along the way every question has one solid answer, and another with two of which one of is a constant variable.

run right look left