INTO THE HOME

I breathe the night in.
Trying to keep its coolness inside.

Tomorrow the Egyptian sun will burn my heart,
One more time.
Raising its storms,
Yet calming its deepest mines.

Home is not your choice,
Your heart will choose it, when it likes.

That place where everything,
even rocks, talk to you, to make you smile.

Where the earth raises its dust to hug you,
You cough,
Yet somehow you feel the love.

INTO THE SPIRIT

I've known this love before
But it's been fleeting
Like the scent of citrus blossoms, carried by the breeze
Takes me out of this world, 

And I'm wanting more to breathe
The air is there
But it's not the same
It's like the difference between
Sleeping in the mud
And sleeping in a bed
It's the warmth that brings you back from the freeze

I've known this love before
And I want to keep it
They say it will take everything you have
And I ask, is there anything else really worth keeping

INTO THE QUESTION

Are your eyes truly open?
Do you understand the horrors we face being alive?
What is your poison?
Are you truly comfortable dulling your mind?
Is your company sufficient to ease your fears?
Have you yet discovered, there are no answers with either, and left it all behind?
Whether it failed or succeeded, did you ever make the attempt?
Did you ever try to find, what is beyond?

INTO THE TRUTH

You who were born with a hundred masks,
And mistook them for your own face.
Today you lay your own eyes on your own image.
And you listen with your own ears to your own voice.
Do you now, know, who you are?

A child's giggle ringing like a sweet wind chime
A relaxed gentle face full of love
Does that tell you enough?

The weaknesses spotted by a sharp mind.
A mind that connects and reaches as far as it finds.
Don't forget what you learned.
Don't forget what you've paid for, with your flesh in the grind.