The morning’s young, the night is past.
The time is now but it’s going fast.
Awaken now from your peaceful rest.
Today’s the day to start your quest.
Risen with the sun all will grow.
Though paths oft long, journey’s often slow.
With eyes toward the future, feet on the ground,
heart beats guide to destinations found.
Relish each moment without delay.
Thanks to be given along the way.
Share the joy with all you meet.
Tomorrows, then we’ll gladly greet.
Let’s all build a castle with some turrets and a moat.
Perhaps on an island reached only in a boat.
Built with our experience, we’re heavily fortified.
Nirvana lies within, unseen from the outside.
Visitors are always welcome. But your journey will be long.
There is no turning back, there is no being wrong.
When the door does open, quickly do step in.
Grab a stone, climb the stairs; it’s where you will begin.
Harmony will fill our time and slumber will fill our needs.
Petty wants and desires found but never feeds.
With the dawn arisen, with cheers we will feast.
The nightmares now are over; we’ve tamed our daily beast.
Years may pass and maybe more, but your day will come.
The steps that you’ve chosen are now greater than their sum.
Rising ever higher, the sky will come into view.
The dream is nearly reached but the rest is up to you.
I know not where I’m going
but I know where I’ve tread
The paths blindly followed
only lead to where we’re led
The unknown can be scary
when comfort is preferred
Roads are often rocky
best left to the undeterred
Some hills will be high
with valleys Oh-so deep
The ups and downs are free
but their cost is surely steep
Standing at a crossroad
horizons come in view
Directions now seem endless
The first step’s up to you
The easy route taken
destinations will appear
The choice is yours to make
The journey has no fear
The day starts in silence.
My mind for now’s at ease.
Dreams are now forgotten.
The future I’m off to seize.
Yesterday’s now a memory.
Tomorrow’s too far to know.
Today my destiny beckons.
Tonight success will glow.
Disappointments will be many.
Missteps will abound.
My feet will guide me forward.
Destinations will be found.
I know not where I’m going.
Arriving is not the goal.
The journey is the purpose.
There I can rest my soul.
Joy surges when thinking of you.
This bond shared I can’t believe true.
Yet I wake each morning and there you are.
Your loving embrace never ever far.
If luck there be, I have the most.
Our morning coffee’s deserving of a toast.
Days filled with laughter and peace,
every second I wish to never cease.
The future’s now, tomorrow’s unknown.
The time’s to prosper from pasts we’ve sown.
Our paths merged and the journey’s begun.
Hand in hand, we two are now one.
I wrote this poem while driving,
forgive me for the bumps.
The roads behind were rocky,
we’ve all had our lumps.
This journey now is smoother,
more powerful every day.
Our path’s coasting forward,
surely it’s the way.
I like to write lots of stuff but I don’t know why.
And I’ll probably keep doing it until the day I die.
I write a little something almost every day,
but if I never make a dime that’s still OK.
I wake up early everyday right around sunrise.
I guzzle morning coffee to open up my eyes.
And when the kitchen’s lit up bright,
out comes my notebook then I start to write.
I never know where I’ll go or if I’ll go at all.
There’s a chance I’ll draw a blank but that chance is small.
Pages now fill my desk and the pile’s getting high.
But that’s a poem for another day, so for now goodbye.
From native seeds to distant seas,
hurricanes to cool breeze,
grassy hills and tumbleweeds,
adrift, aloof, alone and seeking needs.
Dreams traded seeking goals,
time’s journeys thickens souls.
Changes changed every day,
pasts to pass, seconds stay.
Even odds equal greater,
of each the others creator.
Clouds lift and fog clears,
sunshine brightens lost years.
Eyes meet and hands hold,
minds meld and lives unfold.
Vision’s clear, to each we please.
Fusion warms a cool breeze.
With love there’s no resolution,
only resolve to move forward.
There are new paths to explore,
with futures to work toward.
We bleed a little every day,
old wounds reopen and new appear.
Drops shed help to find our way,
but always back to self.
Horizons await in all directions.
Journey’s sure without regard.
Time shared adds to the years.
So why’s the math so hard?