Traffic Jam Inside My Mind

So much noise and confusion
The traffic of my thoughts rushing
The tragedy of my ego crushing
I sometimes fear for my own understanding.

Circling concrete cloverleafs rising
I’m lost to direction wandering
Chanced with a life of squandering
I sometimes fear for the gifts I’ve been given.

Blurring speed and accidents
The cost of my own being
The truth I haven’t been seeing
I sometimes fear for my purpose.

This Space I Am

I lay humble beneath the majestic canopy of a million stars
The vast darkness blanketing my still and silent form,
My smile a mere silhouette in the moonlight that bathes me,
My eyes hopelessly lost in the eternal possibility of galaxies beyond my perception
Feeling the smallness of this space I am.

Action in Kind

Righteous in justice
Foolish in prayer
The only right is that which you expect with action in kind

The Light that I Knew

Unwillingly initiated into the knowing
I awoke to the stirrings of my soul longing
Fire in my chest and ashen feet stumbling
Dirty tears blurring the darkness
Frantically scraping and scratching
Trying to break free the light that I knew was there somewhere

The expert

What specific experience makes fast the expert on the subject of a life well lived?

The little light

The little light of my life's purpose has been sometimes dimmed by my own constant doing and not human being...

The cost

If the cost of your behavior does not exceed the account of your personality, you'll never change.

The more

The more you own,
The more you are owned.

Live your life in means

When you take more than you give,
you make yourself a servant to the excess...
You cannot quit,
You cannot walk away,
You cannot be free until your debt has been paid in full.
...so live your life within your own means or sacrifice the time to make amends.