Her every respiration
paints a unique flow
ne’er to be echo’d
yet a delightful lure
in reverie
even while She rests
’tis the Love
betwixt Land and Sea
tides
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saber dance
though I parry and thrust
against spirits of the surface sky
for now
more than my rehearsal
against latent evil
I am imbued in peace
in Nature’s harmony
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
lens watch
camera ensnares
another face in the crowd
to wax database
thoughts in hand
Us
within a carousel
of swimmers and joggers
of low surf castle builders
of gulls and lost kelp
of sky and sand and ocean
and of all their speeches—
even then
sometimes
it’s just Us
Three Sisters
a tribe of Goblins
born from lovers Rain and Wind
consum’d by Silence
Time
from fertile Emptiness and Nowhere
springs forth Fire’s umbilical cord
and the joyful cries
of a fascinating Jewel
compos’d of
More than Everything
Pu
Kahuna’s pure chords
Heaven’s break of Day invok’d
so smiles Melia
(Back from 1 month Staycation with best friend from Australia. Relinquishing the heavy party favors for normalcy. Peace, everyone.)
shades
be there mystery
behind curtains of dark glass?
I see all of You
endanger’d species
th’ ancients spoke of life
outside the cave—
when sounds were emit’d
from lips
till lips became fingertips
and fingertips thoughts—
when emojis became the light
in darkness
and darkness made us fear the light—
while under the eyes
of night and day
were creatures on the loose
not so intelligent
but somehow more content
within that breath of fresh air—
no longer ours
Giiwas
love’s rejection
shaman sacrifices
seeds of war—
when spirit of Sky
drown’d the fires
of Underworld’s god—
that Mazama might hatch
from its mountain cocoon
and be reborn into purity—
into Crater Lake
Life Finds a Way
our footsteps—
thoughts in a fog
of ice and flame
thrashing land’s breath—
creating new seed
from featherless ashes—
new tributaries of thirsty veins
rousing Terra—
rescuing her from her dark dream
of compost and mulch
to fructify a new tomorrow
Fresh as a Rose
how refreshing
those times when the world
offroads thru another prism door
to refract a breath of newness
engendering feelings
a child sometimes feels—
and for that twinkling
I am a kid again
Gaia
with each breath
blows
a spectrum of Life—
her nose and cheek
powder’d
with another day—
while at night
a rainbow of grays
arise
from sleepless dreams
