born under the stars
embracers of first morning
to ghosts by third night
When Blossoms Blink
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Happy Mothers’ Day!
Secondary Soul (from the Time Capsule)
as far as she
shines
flyeth she
till a wall
wherein she’ll penetrate
curiously and see
behind
to the next wall
how she might
despair
fantasizing
great flocks
of dust mold’d
with space
to a clay
ever confusing
and reidentifying
I’m born
I live
I die
(suppos’dly)
Something’s before
during
and after
me
(suppos’dly)
but
of myself a part
has always been
I
of Everything
or is Everything
Me?
for Now
…perhaps
Any side of the Sun
palms of leaves
tir’d and slipping
from the wood
onto the bed of marl
cultivating
dreams of rainbow petals
yesteryear’s keepsake to bear
of cloudless blues
the fruits to inspire
of their own dreams
and bless tomorrow’s trees
with laughter
Airing It Out
Bauhinia
Petals smile at Sun
Birds and Bees in Jungle Gym
be all Eyes inspir’d
Fishing in the Fog
eyes have sunken
through stilly water
open
asleep
yet drifting awake
inside that other world
thinner than th’ inlying soul
of time
tracking the footsteps
of a Meaning
after surfacing
will pen and paper
at the ready
Remember?
Always Today (from the Time Capsule)
should Tomorrow waylay thee
with whispers from my Heart
‘tis but an Echo
adrift upon our mystic orb
from Night’s other side
ne’er to be lost
Zama
city of Sunrise
altar of Descending God
heavenly tracker
