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.
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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.
Rockin’ Robin
She’s still at it. Pecking away to the tune of her own brilliance. Still can’t figure out, a week into it, if she’s vocal about something or simply singing to her own melody and worshipping no one or anything other … Continue reading
Listen to the Mustn’ts
Listen to Mustn’ts, child, listen to the Don’ts.Listen to the Shouldn’ts, the Impossibles, the Won’ts.Listen to the Never Haves, then listen close to me.Anything can happen, child, Anything can be. -Shel Silverstein
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
Take Me to the River
No one owns the water.No one owns the land.No one owns the oceans.No on owns the sand. These are given by our Mother. The Planet provides abundantly and willingly with no charge, with no strings attached. Only by the hands … Continue reading
Why I Wake Early
“Just a minute, said a voice in the weeds.” So I stood still in the day’s exquisite morning light. – Mary Oliver
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