Get moving, get grooving
Do not censor do not stop
Keep on writing, keep on typing
Until your movement floats aloft

This poem is to move me
Hopefully it moves you too
Not in any sentimental way
But if it does that whoopdi-do

Amidst the chaotic rumblings of the earth and all its creatures
There is space, interspersed amongst its earthly features.
Bountiful, endless space - unacknowledged, and untraced
In every nook, corner, and brook of this place.

Poking up its tender head
The sprout has sprouted
It has said:
"I am."

Using forces eternal and unwoven
It weaves its spirit through the frozen
Sheath of dirt and now it lives.
It lives at One with all that is.

Keep the focus on the hocus pocus
Not individual objects but the grand scheme
Like imagine you're the POTUS
Gotta know what the goal is.

Have you ever been trapped in the mental maze?
Where each turn leads to fear and haze?
Where longing looks of past contempt
Lead you into cyclic rants?

What do I like to do for fun?
Well for one, make groovy rhythms
Chillin' feelings so surrealing
Make my mind dissipate

The concrete floor gives way in time
Here is not where I base my rhyme.
The living spirit Free and True
Is the only thing I can give to you.

An emboldened stare
A female flips her hair
Time waits for no man
So if you dare

The mind can come, if it wishes but only if sees it's not the one making swishes
Time after time, it inserts itself wherever it need be seeing an ignorant shell
Robbing you of your Freedom if you see it as the Self.

What you are is for you to see
It cannot be expressed in words such as these
Take the wheel back and you will see.

A flick of the wrist, he's a natural.
The tree it grows and twists, it is natural.
Lightning strikes in the most natural way.
Ease and simplicity, flows through the day.

If you ever feel alone, downtrodden or depressed
Give a little of yourself, and watch bliss manifest.
All that we need is on the inside,
So give a little, and watch it come back in strides.

It is just barely an infant
And my love for it grows by the day.
I cannot tell you what it will become
Or who will join us when its through.

All I can tell all of you
That my heart is dwelling here
Even when I do not post
So for those who love it as much as I do

Much ado to all of you
The patient few
Who still check to see what is new.

I am doing my best,
To balance this passionate zest
With other creative pursuits,
My interests.

A submission is what of us you ask
To unleash the creative monsoon

From within to the extern-ity, oh the irony 
Submission, you say?
Funny games words do play
When you ask for people to set free the thoughts in their minds
Using the word that literally defines

Bow Down.

Edit: yes, that was supposed to read 'breathe.'

The light it shined on me
As if saying, choose me.
The world wants me to have whatever I want
Nay, it will give me everything I need

I still have to work for what I want
If I want to.