Submissions by milomiro

when the time comes it moves with the feeling
when my feelings change as with the seasons
i fall in love with the change
i fall in love with another new moment
another season wakens me
while i drown in another mood
.holding my hands lying on the ground
i smell the reason for living
looking up towards a canopy shades greens
countless as my eyes drink it up
rays trickle through shafts suns tender light .
splash on my face and its warm and its real.im alive.

What you see is not what is.
There are worlds atop worlds
adinfinitum.
We often see what we project,
 being not necessarily what is.
Blinded by the eyes of this world .
For then truth will be seen.

                          milo miro