Racing with the sun, caught again in the moment when the days collapse in on themselves, and this stuff just tripping off the tongue

An insistent and persistent chittering of unspun yarns and stories assimilated, disseminated and begun

All that stuff about a niche sat in circle unbegun and unended as you melted into the tiniest parts of yourself and were consumed by the universe

As so often in some silly human outfit, an out of work god, adorned in riddles dropping little truths which of course amount to nothing as does most verse

The spirit on fire burning the reserve tanks running on vapours but feeling great as the energy is consumed and converted

One hell of an over active mind that flaps the mouth and takes over the hands just to empty a few of these ever present words 

These ones that come on all fairy like spontaneous and combustible twisting even as they are formed

wanting to live to breathe to spread to other places and pages not likening my mind for further development 

Once incubated and hatched young fledglings fly the coop to make room for new thoughts or the absence on my path to contentment 

I try to cross the bridge, from knowledge to practice from insight to experience, avoiding the brambles  hurting the little ones in sharp entanglement

As I cross through the hedgerows and gorse into yet another sunset or set off in a smiling face and a crying heart let loose in a teardrop or captured by the reflection of light in a dew drop

I take a moment to relax let go this ever charging thing and just purely let it be and stop

Just a hungry freedom loving rebel on the floor thinking of the moon or his sweetheart

An unruly guerrilla hell bent on revolution and action, forced to stop and lay down arms prostrate on the matt

Stuck here pinning it to the page again trying to clear the smog and get to the meaning trapped between the mind and the page

The teachers of the past and present and the desire to be free of this awful suffering but more important the sadness at all of that and the rage