Now That We’ve Arrived

Now
that we’ve
arrived,
let’s
make way
for love,
and
give credence
to
the moments
we’ve missed,
and
the lives
we’ve touched.

Let’s
pretend
day is
night,
and gaze
into
those
stars lining
the
outer layers;
like
we’ve
allowed
time
to
stand
still,
letting
her hair
down
to
sashay down
wide
open
streets.

Now
that we’ve
arrived,
let’s
play in
the
dirt and
let
those grown
folks
worry
about
days,
weeks,
and those
years
to
get things
done.

M.C. Davis

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More and More

See,
the more
and more
times
we dance,
the
less time
we’ll
have to
argue
over those
things
that
cause
our
feet to
swell,
and our
tongues
to lash.

And
you know,
the more
and more
time
we spend
in the middle
of
things,
the less
time
we’ll spend
clock-watching
on
a those
simmer-down
days
where fireflies
dominate
night skies.

I’m
only
putting these
syllables
together
because
the more time
we
glance at
each other,
the less
time we’ll
have
to
say, “I
love you”
when
it truly
matters.

M.C. Davis

Magic

When we start anything, typically we rehearse in our minds the process:

Okay. 1. 2.3. breath!

Ready. set. go.

Get my drift?

That moment, even as a younger more astute man, I’ve always prepared myself mentally for what I thought was just about to happen physically. Being a musician as a younger guy, you’re always in the mindset to actually hear the music before you actually play the music. It was this type of synchronicity that had to happen in order to realize the music coming from the instruments is being played as most likely the composer intended..

For me, this was magic.

It was a peek into the process of how music formed, and therefore a new layer in how I saw myself included in that process.

It was magic in that it gave meaning to the substance surrounding the notes, and of course, if I really paid attention, I could actually feel the vibrations in the air all around me finding their place in the space in between the notes. This process spelled out for me the logic in me being there, in that space, and with that much energy allowed only for me to enjoy.

So, take time to¬† see the magic around you. It’s not always pixy dust or glitter-filled water bottles. Sometimes, and probably more often than none, it’s the simple act of waking up.

M.C. Davis

Just In Case

In case you’ve ever wondered, you’re not the only one listening.

Often, we’re so enclosed in our tight skin that we forget that within that enclosure there’s just an inch of room for a thought, feeling, or better yet, a reaction.

So, the next time you walk into a room and think you’re the only one sharing in the space, know that others are right square next to you.

Waiting for your next inhale.

The next time you gaze into someone’s eyes whom you love without issue, know that those same eyes are peering right back at you.

Waiting for the next glance.

And yes, when it’s time to close to the door to the world, maybe that door was really never fully open, but just a slight crack.

Wide enough for your thoughts to seep right on through.

M.C. Davis

Morning View

I’m
stepping tall
this
morning,
with
head held
in
his highest
point,
and feet
laying across
Earth
on top
of Earth.
I’m
watching water
dance
in between
the beats,
and a sky
nestled
like
two birds
in
the middle
of
a love
session.

I’m on
my
daily
walk and
making
music
with
tones unheard,
unspoken,
and unyielding.

I’m
on my
daily walk,
and making
sense
of
the
things
that form
the
vowels
and consonants
we
produce
in REM sleep,
so don’t
disturb
this joy.

I’m
here for
a
reason.

M.C. Davis