See yourself well.Rise,Face East,Deep breaths, each a wish on their own.Presently, feeling from secrets inside the earthLife locked within, glowing golden suninfinite programs of pure loveso vast, never to find its endStand in your heartTell us about yourself.Bless us with … Continue reading
I mean come on look at that face! Everyone adores Emerson; I suppose being the one and only cow on board makes him all the more special. It’s a fairly romantic setting and Emerson is the prince that all lasses … Continue reading
Eye-to-Eye Outdoors, the evening calling from frogs long waned,replaced with serenading crickets in excelsis.A mid-summer swap when frogs,still aroundperhaps feeling outnumbered,a few silently snack on insectswhile the rest grant them their loquaciousness.And then there is the blue jay,enchanting us as … Continue reading
Peace from mind,extricating the design of the past.I’m in my heart,bridging the gaps of present conditions.Clearing disturbances to reconnect with the diamond sun,to create something beyond,to see a better for all. Pleading the muffles to boom and clatter and for … Continue reading
When discovering the theory of relativity, Albert Einstein pictured himself riding on a ray of light. Words did not take part in this soothsayer’s role of entities serving as elements in thoughts. Thoughts are waiting. We ought to pay more … Continue reading
So much to protectDo what you shouldSisters, brothersLive the higher lawLove it all,for better, for worse.
Sweetpea, you are most welcomed here.Believe this interlude is the grandest of all timeTake in the drops from above,collect them all.Soak up the sky rays,absorb how they fill you with grace.Breathe in the grassy bouquet of morning dewHear the whispers … Continue reading
Getting our rhythm on over here,under the ever present.Flowing with the great fallsburned by the fire of loveyet the underlying current, pulsingsorting things out againsome call it “The Way”I call it rising like a riverI’ll explain more in my dreams.
All things glorious, our mid-summer groovein clenched fists, looped ropetrailing behind, sauntering coltsupdrift from hoofs, dustcaught in dancing cilia of tiny nostrils, dirta dash into a reprieve from the mid-afternoon sun and not short on words, camp girls in search … Continue reading
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