Fear

Fear

Do not listen to it, do not navigate it, and by gosh don’t enact upon it. Continuing as we have been will most certainly snub off the opportunity before us, navigate your landscape with an open heart to guarantee all … Continue reading

If I Could Meet You Now

If I Could Meet You Now

Only from the outside does it look like bravery. On the inside, I’m just like you. Come, what urgency beckons you to your destiny with me?

Even Without a Breeze

Even Without a Breeze

Sometimes we feel virtuous and breezy,even without a breeze.It’s a good day for a picnic on the pier.It’s a good day to be on the pier.Stick in hand,commanding our presence,refueling from the surrounding wilds,releasing all the tedium into the depths,dissolving,dissolvingbeneath,and … Continue reading

On Finding the Bridge

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.

Between

Between

Finite and infinity,limit and limitless.uncertainty and perceiver of truth. We ask a great deal of ourselves to wake up from a comfy slumber.Groggy often too sunken to think, who am I?Hard to say from underneath it all.Unkind time entangled within … Continue reading

Vertigo

Vertigo

I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … Continue reading

If Only to Break from Rhyme

Down a rutted path, along dormant liana, beside the mucky river and near a bridge, I find stillness for the day. Within twenty to sixty seconds of exposure to nature heart rate slows, blood pressure drops, breathing regulates and brain … Continue reading

I’m Laying Over

I’m Laying Over

Look who came for a visit today. My neighbor is the wilderness mother to all the feral faunas, at this point deer would eat out of her hand if she extended it out for them. This little fellow might be … Continue reading

And So It Was the Later…

And So It Was the Later…

Something redolent about the whiff of moist duff after the morning frosty dew dissipates, something not-so-ordinary to spot, this sweet trinary. Sunlight yearns to kiss these lavender hued caps and if girlfriend were with me on this am stroll, she … Continue reading