In the rhythm
the gentle pace
that is meant to be
the presence
the here and now.

Not even thinking
just feeling
and using your emotions.
Slowly
Gently
Calmly
And still reaching your destination.

Moving
Floating
in a dreamlike state
but still aware.

No particular purpose
just the being.
Very serene
and status quo.
Not even asking questions.
Not even alert.
Just there.

In the rhythm
the gentle pace
that is meant to be
the presence
the here and now.

Not even thinking
just feeling
and using your emotions.
Slowly
Gently
Calmly
And still reaching your destination.

Moving
Floating
in a dreamlike state
but still aware.

No particular purpose
just the being.
Very serene
and status quo.
Not even asking questions.
Not even alert.
Just there.

In the rhythm
the gentle pace
that is meant to be
the presence
the here and now.

Not even thinking
just feeling
and using your emotions.
Slowly
Gently
Calmly
And still reaching your destination.

Moving
Floating
in a dreamlike state
but still aware.

No particular purpose
just the being.
Very serene
and status quo.
Not even asking questions.
Not even alert.
Just there.

In an attempt to recount how life came about on planet Earth,
thence subsequently spanning across the webbed wide world
birthed cockamamie idea within mind of then young Matthew
Scott Harris, who knew nothing about Charles Darwin Origin
of Species controversial revolutionary annunciation with much
excitation videre licet painstakingly slow process of evolution,
where over the course of billions of years origin of life became
as told to him tongue in cheek courtesy his kibitzing father and

Every time a storm ends
It’s like the world is born again
I’m watching the clouds drift away
To an old country song
Playing in my head

I’m thinking of every single time
I had thought my life was over
Only to come back stronger than ever
After the clouds drifted away

There’s a difference, I think
The streets themselves seem to breathe
And it seems like within my soul
Some door that had been shut tight
Has been unlocked
And the air can flow freely
Once again

There is green, green grass
Over the wide, wide hill
We have legs to run
Like the wild, wild wind

Go, my brother!
Fly, my sister!
Let's chase the summer sun
Dream, my brother!
Sing, my sister!
Day is calling, and we are young

We have cool, cool water
And it is a hot, hot afternoon
There is shade to offer
Beneath this tall, tall tree

Amen to all men and women that birth the children off eternity, generations yet to come possible because of the countless
That have gone before in concession

Humanity has illuminated Earth, but hearts
Have turned cold respect seems all but dead except for the faithful, too many are
Hateful and greedy putting self first always

People killing for fame what a shame on society who give it to them through the media who ruled by the elite purposely done for power and sickening greed

The way of the wind arises,
Simple yet adorned in noiseless rage,
Conquering rays of mountain and trees,
As leaves flay and whine, worshipping his stern command.

And the wind calls in wonder, staring and stirring,
Raining its print on characters of lonely thorns,
A symbol of justice- silent victorious wave.
Listen, for your answers are upon you.

Words, like seeds of kindness sown, bloom into songs that grace our days,
As stories, like rivers flowing free, carry our hearts through life's maze.
We offer up our vulnerable selves, like fragile flowers unfurling,
Grasping for connection's gentle hand, learning love's eternal swirling.

I'm so bad
when I want to learn something.
I'm relentless
and my hours
are often insane,
even early in the morning.
I'm so aware of this.
I try to be as
understanding as I can be,
but my desire
to get it right
simply overcomes me.

Lucky for me
I'm surrounded by
angelic souls
who continue to
give me the time
despite this.

Indeed,
Bruce called me
a "gogetter",
and maybe
this is exactly what I am.