Like a sun
From the heart
Of a wild lioness.
Tales of wonder
Sailed about the stars,
Long before you were born.
A golden time and place
rests within all of our minds.
What if this beautiful, blissful experiences are reality?
The rest… Well, the rest is chaos. Or more appropriately,
Forgotten truths that lost meaning to a particular group.
Tonight my Dad said, “Stay hip with the times
And more importantly, stay true to your heart
So much delight.
So creatively free.
Between you and me, I always accept them…
you know, the happy thoughts.
Because, I’d rather die wrong and happy than wrong and sad.
If only we could see the same beauty in Earth
That we see in the frosty-eyed sky…
There is no guarantee of forever being,
Yet maybe we can branch towards the eternal together.
I wager that even if we cease to be as a force of life,
We can curate a place worthy of future populations.
Cultures of conscientious sentience
Coalescing whilst magnifying amalgams
Into forever rippling puddles of sanctity.
Woe… More like Woah?!?
Oh, how we all hide in our electric shells.
Courses deviate from celestial norms all too often.
If and only if we feel rage or sorrow
In a world of blankets and curves,
Will we then quit regressing and find true powers.
Never setting, unapologetic suns,
which oscillate functionally as churches of contentment,
Leave only love as the everlasting beacon of hope.
The true guides are hyper dimensional dopamine rewards.
As synchronistic moments sound out solace,
May memories exist in flux forever.
May the empire of the empirical be forever deeper analyzed,
Diverging only when force is portending both the overt and the onerous.
May some phenomenons forever be left in voidness.
Let’s forever usher in autumn and the freshness of
Each birth of solar systems.
As we move on as a species
In a non-fractious progressive procession of infinite glory–
We are entirely responsible beings in a cosmos of multitudinous forms.
May we pontificate and congeal eternal Freedom for respect and beauty.
Welcome all to the cosmic plane,
of space, time, and consciousness
As we coalesce peacefully,
as we undulate within ubiquity,
and within the ethereal
unlimited powers of gods and goddesses,
May we irrevocably cease to equivocate
And sound out only images of eternal worth.
Sean Matthew Smith
Still allowing time to be
Dreams our magistrate…
We are spirits dreaming time.
Do you feel chaos?
What would the point of love be
If we don’t remember it when we die?
Well, there wouldn’t be one,
So I refuse to believe that.