Soar

Flying soars

Winds that rush

Past be gone

Now is hush.

Silence speaks

Louder noise

Here is now

In your voice.

Freedom calls

Can you hear?

In yourself

You disappear.

Wayward

Find me an offbeat path,

In a hidden nook,

A wayward cranny,

Curious to take a look.

Somewhere to make my way,

Each step closer to discover.

That path I'll take each day,

This wanderer turned lover.

There is no wrong turn,

Just journey.

Each moment unfurls

New beauty.

That path to make my way,

That path I'll take each day.

Permanence

The words heard

From else's mouths

Might soothe your pains

In the moment.

The actions seen

On others behalf

Will numb your pains

For a while.

What is outside 

Will always be

A mere distraction

To your own.

For outside words

And outside actions

Hold only as much permanence 

As those words heard

And those actions seen

Within ones own inside.