greed

Open Ears

Don’t you forget.
The Limit of our existence.
Overcome with the desire to fill,
every ounce,
every space,
of our walled timeline.
Containment in just this fraction of a blink
in life,
or without life.
How much can one possibly burn,
and ignite,
set ablaze to melt beyond your skin’s reach
consuming an entire Island for one’s Deceptive Pleasures.
See with your Eyes, set within your Heart,
this Creature of Humanity,
expansive – across your toes,
folding in on itself,
in perpetual
motion,
devouring and blooming
in perfect stride.
See not,
the capsule of your own Flower,
but the Fields of an Orchard.
Leave your mark like water,
flowing to Creation and wonder,
a stream of seeping goodness in to the soil of time.

Have we not yet had our fill

In a life where the space between action and reward,
narrows to that of a cricket’s chirping, crackling, wings,
we’ve grown a Hunger
Larger than the Chew of our Bite.
Sew shut the muzzle of your cannons,
breathe life into words,
into Origin,
each World a class of its own,
to teach
and to learn.
Forever the Student
Forever the Teacher
of your own Wisdom.
Within those walls,
within those Capsules,
a way of blossoming – Unique to its own curse.
Never forget the time you have to live your stride,
set apart from those chains of monotony.
Your Story is Worth Telling,
and
I’m all ears.

– Julien J OReilly

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