This Revival.
Destined for this assignment, steadfast we march conscious of the factor…where do we go from here?
Destined for this assignment, steadfast we march conscious of the factor…where do we go from here?
On this ornate plate,on this curbside table,on this enchanting afternoon.
In attendance and laudably exercising his free will in his most charming way.
For unyielding courage…your words mean nothing, your actions the underground and clandestine ones included, say everything.
We reconnected to the grid,Just after a mighty and swift storm,Just the right mood for a late night jig.Same moment in time,Different perspective.
Only the essentials,living the wonder.Not an absorber of beauty yet rathera reflector of beautyand love.It’s not a stasis,the just beforeand the emerging into.It’s a flowwith its ebbs going the distanceand riding the return.Whether of letting goor of the becoming,a story … Continue reading
Because summer in the city leaves a film on you.
Left at the scene of the crime where my seeds of lemon balm, fennel and marjoram never came to fruition.
Against a darkening sky for adding depth and dimension to this passage-in-the-making. Just wait until summer blooms make their appearance, I can hardly contain myself for something tells me it’s going to be an enthusiastic troupe.
Dream if you can the fairest maiden of all.