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'In the Running up a Mountain'
by Jason Loutitt
I thank you for your support and hope that you find just one thing from these poems to make your journey more inspired.
Without people like you who share their spirit...I would not have been able to heal, grow and become someone that believes in trying to do something different. If you are one of the hundreds who have helped me on my journey, these poems are dedicated to you. I thank you with all of my heart.
The coils of hopes
are those that bind
the messages heard and the
energies sorrowed. The pages of worry
become a book of excitement felt before
the words could ever be read.
An amazing thing happens
when one hears what
one does for the coils let go
the pages flow freely
and life reveals an incredible
journey in which
every part was needed
For when roads dissolve
to reveal a destiny
work must begin again
to listen
Once thought I knew
and studied great thoughts
Like an orange peel
that contained
all that was within it
Once laughed when I tried
to show what it was that I thought I knew
only to get squirted in the eye
Broken Billows
of clouds of covering
Never more Will I
let remain
Believing Beneath
the shrouds of nothing
Finally allowing time
to unfold
In a dream the world woke
to see the fields taken over
from above the trees and falling back
came a story told by a leaf
and a crowd held by the moon...
'My Son Even Though
from our tree you have fallen
There Is Adventure In Your Path
for No wind is wrong if you remember
You Always Belong.'
And into a Mark
flew the smallest
creature
And into the Wind
ran the wildest
river
And into the Spirit
soared the quitest
ROAR
When it was
guidance thought
there was
A squirrel that flicks
what it wants from the treetops
can't be too sure where they will land
But in that flicking
of many more than it can carry
the world is provided with a plan
For when we try to hold onto the little
and forego risk for certainty at hand
We can remind ourselves of the squirrel
Before we get hit by the acorn
Don't be too hard on yourself
Words that heal the wounds within
Forgive, Accept, Move On
Feelings fought in blindness
Yesterday and Tommorrow
Memories creating today's cry
Extraordinary realization of aliveness
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You
They gathered around
to say farewell
and I wanted to shout
I was sorry
For in not doing
all that could be done
was reflected
in their eyes
as they said
its too late but wait
Do you see
what I am seeing
This one can't be done
Not just yet
We see a deeper
understanding
I woke confused
There are sounds I hear as I move through time
the music of your love forever plays in my mind
Sinking back in silence hearing my own noise
I listened to nothing but your beautiful voice
Now that that time has passed me by
remember that you've reached
a place where no one else ever can
a place in which lies my dreams
How do they do the things uncommon
and make them look so easy
Why does a sensation occupy the mind
and command its attention so
When is balance found in the heart of one
and in finding it do they fall
Where will the wind of belief blow
and always is that true
Can the thing that sounds
Forever shine more than
The thing ignored
or is the shining greater
Because the mind is not travelling
with the sound?
From revolving yesterdays
came a growing weed
that could turn into a flower
For mistakes granted
like wishes from a well
that could become what
Was not expected.
Battling so against a screen
the fly knows the air inside
And although the taste
of the wall holding it back
is ignored, its fight is still
just as valid as those held in
by tonnes in walls and distance
Wait there can't be
so much meaning
Behind definitions of understanding
Location is a word foggy and grey
that holds a key to your dismay
For whats within is still within
Even if we decide to look
at it that way.
One more step
and I will die
Its been good, thank you
I'm done.
Funny that it
was left in the print
of millions of reasons why
One more step I will take
I can assure I'll die trying
Thank you for coming, hope your not done
Willowed wandering
Wispering denied
The wind wants to wonder
Yearning
Yearning
Yearning
I've heard your voice
In my desire to listen
I've felt your intention
In healing my soul
You've done more than you think
In starting what needed
To be started.
Forgive my prints
on this planet
I cry for them
to be substantial
Without changing
the delicate nature
of what needs
to be taken care of.
If you were to think
back on about your day
would you change your
expectation...
If you were to wonder
from a place in the sky
and remember what
you could of sacrificed...
...Would it make a difference?
May all time listen
to the calls
within our souls
May this time believe
in the feeling
from our bones
May your time remember
how important it is
that we distinguish
May a time do
what in our hearts
does matter
For all time is
still does not compare
to the listening of the call
and the embracing
of our feeling
that is there
I thank you for your influence
on sharing this with me
I am a better person
because of your memory
I hope that life is unfolding
to reveal your on your path
To everything that matters, To everything that lasts
It is not that I need
the moment to be defined in happiness
It is not that I need
to forget all that needs attention
Its that when we forget to look
at the momentum that we're building
often we arrive at places deserving no visit
If it then becomes about ensuring our survival
a decision must be made in growth
towards a direction on interest
that involves not wanting to be
Where one is not and then
We will arrive
A jagged edge defined
The mountains call my name
Reflecting humbling energies
Against the cast sky
and they do so through the trees
that are absorbed through respect
Where the sky and edge meet
Sometimes trees emerge as if to say
Please respect that I
refuse being missed
At the end of our journey
they are told to throw all away
to hold on to nothing
and in that way it will stay
Well what I ask of you
Is to smile at your mistakes
for they need company
after all they are just as much
a part of you as they are
a part of our smiles
Cause, Worry and Concern
Doubt, Ego and Coping
Reactions or Retreats?
if you don't take part
in the fight your spirit fights
earn your own trust you must
to only then pay a price
for living in reactions or retreats
And when someplace inside yourself
starts to question what its about
Acceptance will prevail
but the 'battle' you should shout
One must fall within themselves.
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