On Finding the Bridge
A lot of mastery in the wild.Another field of experience out here.And just over the bridge is another world.
Monthly Archives: March 2022
Cloaked
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
Just Like Heaven
The further we go searching for the unseen world,the further behind us it lags.Away it runs from us,as we go reaching.When all along, around us all the time it’s been.Beautifully muted, like our wintery landscape.Visually a soundless time of year,energetically … Continue reading
Halftone
Oh human, the grey matter is there for provision,Not for dissolution, or disbanding or even reshuffling.Wisdom of long past and far into the forever,it’s already in there.No need to do a thing about it,but lend a private ear.
In Anticipation of Rouge
Darkness rested over the horizon. Still…it would be sometime before I’d see a rosy blush hover over the eastern sky encouraging me to discover a sequence that may be a better way through.
Shattered
How these are still around with temps as high as 70 degrees, has befuddled me the last couple of days. But they did provide me with a beneficial reminder that the things that shatter us, awaken us. Cheers to making … Continue reading
Where Art Thou Baritone?
Never has there been such a time,to let loose into an impression of elation.Albeit it may arrive only after a kind of necessary seasonal disappearance.It’s the ultimate journey of the hero,back into the realm of choice, a cyclical existence for … Continue reading
El Salon Mexico
A monopoly of sorts upon waking, every thought from lucid dreams resounding to outshadow or outshine the rest of the day, depending on what vibrational valve you choose to embrace. Every rhythm, every movement, every gesture seems to take over … Continue reading
On Becoming Polychromatic Again
The feral are closer, more curious without the darkness that kept them at the edge of nightfall.No longer is the need for a torch to keep you from stalking my thoughts.The world a little softer,vibrant of color that once filled … Continue reading
Evermore
A-dios. The past,closed.finito.no entry. Along with it, woes. Longed-for. In multitude, gratitude.depth.bliss.much needed, beauty.Illuminating the universe, you and me. Felt,and knownfor some timea single tone,for all to resonate with to orchestrate the most glorious symphony ever to be heard.
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