I Done a Thing

Whether the weather is badder or better, beyond comfort, it's mostly no matter so long as we manage to avoid a disaster. The sun can beam or the rain can batter but better to butter the bread with the better and hope for the best when dealing with weather. The sun beaming, it's seeming, causes the greening of plants and flowers of which numbers will teeming arise in the morning and sleep in the evening. Survive and multiply the basest of meaning though more often than not, with appearances pleasing to the eye with patterns constantly teasing with colors and shades of the nights and the days where the environment plays and the world shares its ways in the growing and showing of making the days that pass in a haze of throwing unknowing ways of bestowing upon us the shades of our ages, flitting on past as the turning of pages at the tips of the fingers on the hands of the sages who work for the thrill rather than wages, who create the plays set on the stages the world lays before us. The dawning of days is the birthing of reason opening cages from which we emerge with blinking eyes to stretch and arise or kneel in the guise of wisdom, emanating an air of what we choose to be, no need for concern of what others see, for opinions are immaterial and mortal. The perception of ourselves too often causes the store of our happiness on the shelves of life, leaving shells where more than once there was a person bright and innocent, well enough passing through the dales of fate, carefree, to climb again to the peaks and drink from the wells of contentment, for the growing tells the success of learning and knowing and throwing inhibitions out the window. Where we winnow the good we are given from the bad, there lies the path and the pad upon which the carrier of the sad and the glad rests and handles the load, lightening our burdens, giving us a freedom from yearning for a different existence with differing meanings rather than focus on dithering seasons of withering train or shivering pleasing. Looking past the pittance and penance, to where we would be while denying admission and allowance of submission to the perception of the outside and those on a mission who cannot pass a day without the emission of their opinion, there is a clearing, where we can rest and be ourselves. There is where I desire to reside, to have and to share the peace of living the moment, relieved of the care that is fretting for the getting of wealth, forgetting the grasp of mortality, the unfortunate lack of others' morality. Free of the hectic passing of days when so many others are asking you pay for this and give for that, hands outstretched and expecting flat awaiting your fee of admission for simply surviving, taking every inch of ground you manage to give whether that's intended or a slip. My goal with every passing hour is to edge myself toward the side of the fence at the end of the trip where I flow like a river and hindrances slip on past with no catch onto which to take hold and rip into the fabric that is me, where I am stripped of concerns, free to learn and skip around subjects with no holdup on material acquisition, free to tip the scales of any situation to lean in my favor. There is the place where the game bows to the player rather than forcing him down beneath troublesome layers of bother and pressure. In the first light of the rising sun, a fight to begin a good day is begun. Rather than run, turn and face it. Given the chance to see what has risen can be all that is needed to get us driven to make the decision to make the day one full of living rather than lying and taking the beating delivered to those who pass days without meaning and simply get by by being. Where clusters of fluster are shattered and busted, there is the place where the heart can be trusted, where we're of the dust that settles and rests and piles to nest, where comfort go untested and when we need it, we're rested. Let the clouds be parted and the contentment started while we take in the comfort the sun has departed upon us in quantities the absent clouds have not thwarted. Survive. Enjoy. Alive, not annoyed.