Blindness

groping,
grasping.
stumbling,
struggling.
all searching,
all seeking.

for what might you ask?
     the answer to sorrow,
     the answer to guilt,
     the answer to pain --
   a reprieve from the toils of the world.

above a brilliant star shining,
     yet seen only as a small glimmering of light,
        --its full glory not realized--
     contrasting with the darkness.
some clouding their vision,
     others never perceiving.
all see the light,
     denying it entry into their conscious,
     all too absorbed in their own blindness to see.

Why can't people see the light above?

Moment

Eon
Millennia
Century
Decade
Year
Month
Week
Day
Hour
Second
Moment

Life is composed of many moments,
   each different and unique.
All built off of one another,
   weaving together,
   creating a story.

All it takes is one moment:
   one moment to make a mistake,
   one moment to shine,
   one moment to change who you are,
   one moment to define yourself.

One moment is all it takes.

All it comes down to is
   one moment among many.

When will your moment come?

Hesitation/Night

"Walk to the edge of the light
and a few steps into the darkness."

Two steps forward,
   one step back.
Slowly moving to the edge,
   squinting through the dark:
hoping to see a glimmer
with the remaining light.
No such luck.

Holding your breath and
peering into the night:
    paralyzed by the unknown.
Knowing the next step is paramount;
    nothing will ever be the same.

Is change a good thing?
Or is it a bad?

Pondering for what seems an eternity,
   you absentmindedly take a step forward.
   One by one
      Another
         And another
            And another.

Focused on a small patch of space
   directly in front of you.
Slowly looking up and around...
Tiny jewel-like points twinkling in the sky;
   the stars are out tonight.

Hallways/Choices

Hallways:
   one this way,
   one that way.
Criss-crossing
and interlaced.
Stops all along the way
   to your destination.
Melodies floating down each hall,
   sending their own message.

Choices:
   all intricately woven together,
   presented through the music.
All songs so similar,
yet vastly different.
Each note, every key-
   a personal communication to the soul.

To the right?
To the left?
   Or the middle?

Where will you go?
Or rather, where will your journey take you?

Words

Seemingly easy things,
   yet difficult to articulate.
Always on the tip,
   never quite reaching:
   drowning in them.
Caught in a never ending whirlwind,
   all pushing and shoving to
   come out in a tangled mess.
Lashing out,
   whipping about people's heads.
A pile of torn rags
   once grand and colorful,
   now confused and battered.
Crystal clear turned muddy.
Bright turned dark.

Yet,
   Is there a golden thread I see
   within these words?

Silent Music

Mindless chattering.
The word in a tumultuous disarray,
unaware of the music around them.

Quietly,
     simply,
          sweetly,
speaking to everyone,
falling on deaf ears.

The world in a constant buzz;
the droning of a hive.
Swirling around you,
drowning the music.

Every once in a while
     a note here
          or a note there,
striking a chord in you (like a chime).

Focus closer on the notes
     slowly the world's chaos melts away,
     leaving the music to envelope you.

Only those truly listening will hear
     the music,
made silent by the world.
  
     How often do you stop and listen to the music?

Bottled

open.
close.
open.
close.
flying
or
caged.
happy
or
sad.
up
or
down.
excited
or
deflated.

no in betweens.
no half openings.
no half closings.
   always torn.

how is it possible
that we are often stuck?