He Runs…

He runs,
though I do not see him;
with each step he runs farther away,
closer to himself.

He has moved on,
though his mind rests;
thoughts clear like morning fog
as the sun rises,

His vision clears
to see the road ahead;
north, east,
south, west

It does not matter,
there are no intersections,
just a whim,
intuition,

The wind takes you there –
where else would you want to be?
He’s running,
from nothing,

But towards everything.
Time passes so fast,
why not catch up with it
and befriend it?

He runs,
but I do not see him;
he never stays long,
never dormant,

Never stale,
but always present if you are.
It’s not mind over matter,
or body over mind,

It’s balance –
equilibrium.
It’s not a race
for the finish line,

It’s back where he started,
and he will never go back.
He runs,
though I do not see him.

He Shines, Despite The Weather

The world shines upon those
who see the sun
that hides behind the clouds
for he knows that warmth
is found within his own heart.
The clouds shelter him from the cold,
the sun will rise
and set as it does
but nothing stops him from living.
The stars may dictate his mood
but only he will see through the storm;
for fate is not destiny,
it is your will.