Volcano
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open wounds
Runway
Flock Watcher
not of my feather
daydream on an open perch
and you will be mine
Basil Lovers
Forecast?
a dromedary I’ve become
on what’s left
of ice and sea
‘twas this another cycle
by Nature’s hand?
or by industry
and a turbulent cloud
by covetous ancients
who cared only
for their own lifetime?
Time
for Itself…
slower than Silence
never born
never dying
hatching
virgin Emptiness
to fire and rock
to breast-feeding seas
to roots and lungs
till all becomes ash
fertilizing
hatching
fortuitous Newness
but
for Us…
faster than Light
Cervine Break
relaxing breather
no cares about a spyglass
panning for a mark
Our Blessings Counted
like grand sequoian spires
so too thru time’s diverse cadence
endures heart-sprung joy
arm in arm
from friendships
to cosmic riddles
to labors of corpus and thought
to spirits bruis’d and tearful laughs
to solitary retreats
‘tis our love’s fault
Forever Us
some would surmise
that in the beginning
a Guardian Angel
became our guide
to Love
comforting our steps
thru many lifetimes
to give birth
to this moment
a happiness beyond belief
but I
have always known
that Angel
to be You
Offerings
more than decor
commital sacred
to Mother Earth
her sufferings
to release
to better Rebirth
to aspire
drawing all worthy eyes
to Meditation
to Devotion
to the Triple Gem
of Time’s essence
Windows
congenial black holes
welcome mats to mysteries
perhaps th’ other side
of the world
or th’ universe
or another time
or a looking glass
from unseen eyes
curious of us
at our sadness
about what was so much more
in its youth
about our wonderment
at its aging gracefully
by Nature’s witching wand
Reptilia
lizards of a leather
rock together
Overlook
her face
beyond her maquillage
I listen
thru refrains of seasons
to her voices
an unfetter’d choir
ever-blending
ever-evolving
everlasting
I hope
at least
till my next call
Happy Mothers’ Day
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
