Why not......

I asked myself "why not..this time..."
not look before you leap
but take the leap of faith
............why not

I asked my heart "why not...this time...."
not strategise your feelings and emotions
but love unconditionally
............why not

I asked my mind "why not....this time...."
not do the math and logic of people and the circumstances
but learn to live life for the fun of the moment
............why not

I asked my face "why not...this time....."
not do the half smile and let the burden of compulsion reveal
but let the glint of the happiness in the eyes reveal the smile
.............why not

I asked my eyes "why not...this time...."
not keep them wide open in awe and search
but close in peace and sanctity within.
.............why not

Happy in the Woods

Walking through a sense of place
where love and fear share
where anxiety is an attribute
where live and let die is a dare

Gazing around this sense of place
where the Beauty and Reason meet in this maze
where caring and growing is a grace
Awe and wonder writ on the face

Experience this sense of place
Inverse of what is Out side.
In itself, find, receive and retrace
It varies in time and tide

Living in this sense of place
Nature weaving a story
Of tragic suspense and comedy
Happy in this Woods....Live and let Live

Drifting

My eyes closed
The Thought, is the ocean
the emotions are the waves
rise and fall with every thinking.
Experiences, the surfs
Line defined
whether high or low
my eyes still closed

My  eyes open
Life is an Arc
between the right or wrong
people, places and things.....a game?
I play my part
Only words in a line ... not defined
who is to tell
my eyes still open.

Between the blink
Time travel at my pace
crest and trough of emotion
and the righteous word
merge in a vortex,
but in all reality
I am and I will..always
Be Drifting

A Simple Question

I have an answer to all,
and words, to fill the space.

I know, the ways of the world,
and sympathise, with some in the race

I am aware of all, that is around,
and ideas, to tickle the wise

I hear of every sound
and listen, to smiling voice

I see... of everyday
and vision of far.... to tell

I touch to feel a sun ray
and yet fear of emotions, that sell

I am mindful of His creation
and yet in awe of the cycle

I have a heart and its beat
and love that flows perpetual

But, I am yet to find an answer
...to, A Simple Question

Wheel of Time

I run over hills and fields
I run through the open fields and
I run along the stream and  river
with the wheel and the stick

I grew up
with the focus in my eyes
and the control in my hand
and happiness in my mind

Nothing mattered
not the weather,
not the relation,
not the hunger,
nor the words.

I run through the streets and gardens
I run through the roads and open spaces
I run in and around the buildings
within, the wheel and a stick .....now

I grew up
with the focus in my eyes
and the control in my hand
and happiness in my mind...so it seems

Not a thing mattered
the weather, the relation,
the hunger, the words
...unfortunate

To the Wheel of Time
I was unleashed
and then I am leashed
to the Wheel of Time

There will be a time
when I shall be
destined to be
a part of the Wheel

Overlooking, at the boy
running over the hills and fields
through open fields
along the stream and river.....smiling

Sometimes

Sometimes, I wonder Why
does the clouds leave the sea
and follow on to the land.

Sometimes, I wonder Why
does the seed fall away from the tree,
 to find a place in the sun

Sometimes, I wonder Why
do you feel the pain for someone you love
in happiness or in sorrow

Sometimes I wonder Why
does one look for the unknown, as known
yet be  destined in relation

Sometimes, I feel
maybe I question too many
and miss to live the moment

Sometimes I feel
and let some of the times be remembered
worth having lived for

Sometimes I feel
I will share some time with the one I love
and believe that its only love and not judge with pain

Sometime I shall have that time...every time
Or maybe I am having those some times...every time
Or did I miss the times.....sometime...every time