is it me or it

that stares back into my eyes

the gaze that lurks, creates heaven

to the One observed

it likes being observed, it is all it does

carrying both that weight and weightless feeling

waiting for no one

to move forward and expand

for growth in the new age, the present

is to be

what I’ve carried is being put down now

some stones are being left in the middle of the road

and I stand

I just stand there for a while

how does this feel? To be walking around with so much less bagage?

do your bones and muscles feel strong?

Almost

almost feels like I could jump so high

that I’d fly.

New Year, bring to me

some wings on my ankles