Strange Pleasures

 Life is full
Of strange pleasures
And off road delights...
You never really know
What's going to be there
When you turn that next corner...
"The Kingdom of God 
Is inside/within you 
(And all about you), 
Not in buildings/mansions of 
Wood and stone. 
(When I am gone) 
Split a piece of wood and I am there, 
Lift a stone and you will find me."
Like when you were a kid
Flipping over rocks
And rotting logs
To see what surprises
Mother nature 
Might have in store...
Salamanders, and newts,
Centipedes and toads...
Poisonous and somewhat dangerous
Every now and again...
I still have the scar from a snakebite
From some age younger than 10...
Live and learn...
Be open to new possibilities...
Broaden your horizons...
Swim in the ocean
That is life...
From the surface
To the depths...
I've spent 51 years
Learning to be human...
And all that time
I should have just been myself...
I mean, I am what I present...
I walk my talk...
But, to be honest,
Being human is overrated...
Sometimes you feel more content
By imagining
That you are not of this Earth...
Not so much in the religious sense,
"In it, not of it."
But feeling a bit alien...
Otherworldly...
Like home is somewhere 
Out there
Beyond the reaches of the
Solar system...
Regardless,
Here I am,
In this world,
Gathering data...
Seeing the new in the old,
And the old in the new...
Tapping into the root chakra...
Energy rising through
To the crown chakra...
How do you get past heartbreak,
Or any other thing
That weighs heavy on your soul?
You live.
Both consciously and passionately...
Take chances, but take a little time to
Do some calculating of the odds...
That wheel in the sky keeps on turning...
Don't ever let your soul
Go to sleep...
That poem by Dylan Thomas,
Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night,
May have been about death,
But it applies to the living...
Some let themselves die
While they live...
Their heart keeps beating,
And their blood still flows...
They go to jobs,
And have kids,
And pets,...
Some living the dream,
Some not...
But they died a long time ago...
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light...
Loners and freaks,
The family and community minded,
Rich and poor...
That spark has to be tended...
Your flame has to be fed...
Never let the darkness 
Overtake you...
There are so many ways
To find joy
While you live...
No matter who you are,
And no matter what your circumstance...
Even in the darkest of times...
What's around the next corner
Could be
Just another day,
Or it could just blow your mind...
Keep that mystery alive...
Live a life
That has you
Anticipating more
And more often...
The thrill of your first time
Doesn't have to happen 
Once in a lifetime...
And it doesn't even have to be sexual...
It's a big world...
And there are many evils...
Many obstacles and thorny vines...
Don't let that stop you..
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light...
Hold the lantern out before you
And let that light,
Your light,
Guide you into the future...
Burning white hot
Like a furnace...