avi sato . be thought . live dreams



Know through breaths’ depths yourself
Tomorrows’ endless stretches write unrhymed futures
Why in mirrors’ faces speak silver-lined voices tarnished
Before failures’ potentials instantiate as real
No loss so deep occurs than that of forfeited attempts
But perhaps trials’ unmotivated beginnings
Departed to time unending before they are born
Think not possibilities
Positives help nothing when negatives engender panic
Harmony arrives not on roads paved with inaction
Or conflict
Simply through accepted counterpoint
With each moment
Placing chords of sound beauty in paths once shadowed
Dissonance of self-loathing
Intertwined with reflections’ skewed stained glass mirrors
Speak to your own mind in questions
Others’ as equal
We act from thought and pause in expectation
To think through movement is
Feathered lightness of spirit

(Avi Sato, 2019)