Slow process

To understand what it is
I am still learning
Trying to put others first
And being genuinely happy
When they are genuinely happy.
To have patience with others
And myself.
To realizing that imperfection is human
And I am only so.
To knowing that happiness comes
From the self, from within.
Doing what makes you happy
Is the Purpose.
Hopefully it can be shared
But only once you are at peace
With yourself
With the world.
What is happiness?
It is staying in and reading a book,
It is going out and meeting new people,
It is walking through the untouched forest,
It is taking a long road trip with your close friend,
It is getting that goodnight kiss from your lover,
It is the growth after apologizing for something you are actually sorry for,
It is the respect for standing up fro what you believe in,
It is traveling around the world and experiencing other cultures,
It is staying in your zip code and finding yourself,
It is laughing, crying, arguing, loving,
It is watching the sun rise over the hazy mountains,
It is sighing as it dips into the sea,
It is gazing as the stars with a mixture of awe and terror,
It is dancing under the moonlight.

Evolution is a slow process while life is a fast one.

Asleep through Life

I sleep all day, to stay up at night
I make friends with the Moon and the Stars' dim lights
Only to watch them fade in the Morning's slow fight

No one expects the most of you in the darkness
Or wants to hear about life's melodic harshness
But only that you disappear into their social marshes.

Sleep brings no comfort
Just a forced stillness that suffocates
And the treadmill keeps running

And I keep lying,
Asleep through life.

You Take Life

You are a barefoot child running through the forest
Skipping over fallen leaves and soft grass,
Joy wrapped around every impulsive motion
Those feet of yours eagerly make.
You are honest, brave, and true
To the wonder that's ingrained in Youth.
Like the trees around you,
You would grow, spreading your rings
Around and around and around,
And those who looked could see the evolution.
You are a sturdy cabin built by the hands
Of a self-made man, covered in callouses
And scars of a rough life.
You are what gives him protection, security, and peace
In an eternal surrounding wilderness.
You are the Moon and the Stars
Lending wonder and mystery
To the direction life takes
//To the Directions
You Take Life.

Six a/m/

A February morning
Six a/m/ still dark
But a city glow over the apartments
And a heavy mist, damp
Two birds sing
From the tall pine outside my window
And the snow slowly tells the story of the coming of Spring,
dripping from four stories up.
The air is cold on my weary face
It opens my eyes
And clears my heart
And makes it beat faster for the wait of
Dawn.