You love the things you love For what they are Theres no such thing as worth No less no more Your flaws most of all sparkle Only your concepts regard them As marginal Partial to right or wrong Your best qualities Are these imperfections It's our gift to the rest If we could just express them In essence, what connects us Discovering together Our pilgrimage To loving transcendence Like birds of the air Drifting so gentle Not against the wind But with its trajection We collide at odds Such harsh, vitriol Without honest awareness That we're all in the same boat Floating in the cosmos We're all made of stars Yet we can not revolve Without another's orbit So harness your form Take course and shine So bright we light up The entire night sky
Difficult issues come up Tough stuff but It's a matter of opinion What is considered cumbersome What holds as momentous Isn't unanimous So why we waste our stamina Adding up damages with an abacus Flattering our judgements Undertaking solutions with sledgehammers To crack a nut Statutes and acts established but In backwards fashion Actions and practices reactive Don't have to act indifferent To have acceptance impassive Sadly bad things happen Must we act so indignant And dignified to gratify Individual resistance And erase and tear up Like grammatical errors Trying to categorize Like the encyclopedia britannica Pulling hair right out of our scalps To control outcomes But how come we make ant hills Insurmountable mountains.
Demonstrating presence Readily comprehensive No exceptions Shedding any past pretensions Recommendation suggest That everyone in attendance Be exactly as they are No less, no more No foregone molds No forewarning be told The total unknown In every moment to behold Embrace it as it comes Grateful as it goes No labels bestowed No chasing novels No way better or inferior Not past, nor foreseeable Future that's fueling Your path through material Being a miracle Perspective isn't retrospective Let it be in acceptance Being is luminescence.
You had to go through That which happened to you That trajectory was meant to be The need absolute Each avenues That you've traveled through On review the value Shrouds the palpable But do not doubt The amount you have Amounted to Mountain views The bountiful gaze you've made The traits accumulated To make great migrations With vibration to shake nations Or maybe just aid the change For a single gracious patron For the sake of creating The occasion for revelation.
Tend to rest on our laurels Like it's all moral To let forethought and cause Be orchestrated by our royals, Of oratorical and written history Our fore founders and traditions be Inexplicably Fixed rigidly, Little heeding to meaning Or purpose we just serve As servants surfacing With little to no coercion We all discern the rowboat Isn't propelled by it's own wake Awoken we hold sway The oarsman hold the pace, Keep it straight and afloat Know when to coast or start stroking The founders are foundering Letting the boat overflowing, We're sinking or capsizing Forecasters denied the rising Massive tidal wave Do we act rightly or behave.