the great translation-
  Universal
Confines and infinite underlines

illuminate body spirit liberate 

Retraced Erased
backspace backspace.

Allow infinite  roaming 

Summon the song 

The cords of inner galactic light
A space
Of matter 

of fact
the fact of the matter
clastic , ecstatic, pattern erratic 
intact and exact .


back to space , the space
And life itself becomes
an It, an Is
that Is ,
is what, 

I am 

And It 

Is So .

Level Up

I'm muddied this time

Legs dragging foot for feet

I'm in so deep.

Unveiled, again.

Unstitch the hem 

Unravelled by hymns. 

Excess of sorrow

Hold up and wait. 

The holy Is,

Onward Upward.

You're Me , You're My 

Dive deep under sky . 

And fall into the Night.

Dispirited shadows

Uniting, Re-lighting

Dream clean, this bodywalk

Pristine.  

Those loose ends draw waves upon the barren breeze.

Tuck the softness 

into furrows and frowns.

Wake up !

In stillness 

stagnant unstuck.

 Shine on the long ago...

In a round world ravished. 

Wishes and Woulds pile upon our ancient story shores.

The Ivory sandman finds

Treasures in the patient sea. 

So Lucid is our Lunar Sea

Eyes closed We see We.

Tranquility

Washing our Souls

on the salty edges of

all 

We are to Be. 

Fine Lines

       

It's a fine line

The middle ground 

Not up.

Not down.

In Out Around  .

Rules here follow ...rules here follow ...Rules. 

Straight like an arrow into the dark and

 the dust of once were places. 

The middle ground births flowery lives 

and flowery deaths. 

Blowing seeds at high speed 

Windfull whispers of dry songs in my lungs,

Float my prayers off my tongue

Grow wings and follow

chaos .

Steal the finer pieces of me, 

to give back to the stars. 

Free

I trust the arms of the Wind

...there are moments when I can abandon my mind ... 

...occupy my heart ... 

and surrender 

...flying through the bright heights of uncertainy...

through sun , sky, moon, stars 

minutes ... are years...are now...are forever

with the trees tickling my skin...

My freedom is carried by the Wind

Entwine

my chance, by chance

Unraveled blissfully

into arms, undone.  

One

Chance's walls vanished 

with our breath ...

we inhale depths higher 

than the tallest sky.  

We go . 

eye to eye 

we parted -

united 

unclouded. 

With wind and wounds...

at our back ...the past 

pushes past. Abraded. 

I feel you bleed, a crimson. 

A mended soul can be born 

with scars. 

Once again and again. 

I see them for the first time.  

Spilling  like silk through your 

corridors of spine- hip- heart -& mind 

absorbing all you 

will forever 

keep me full. 

Take me apart. All parts.

Let the 

wind knot our loose 

ends. 

As we start at the beginning again. 

Pansophic Pondering

In one turn, 

the infinite is spun by 

one hug -

a 360 degree 

embrace...the long arms tilt time. 

Anything dances with Nothing-

To the loud songs of 

soft silence. 

The movement-

 piercing the present 

and cutting the future. 

Peeling back to the core of  Now 

It bleeds white from wanted wounds.

Erasing  color consciousness-

this blood stains true-

 translucent , a coveted light bending  blend of shady truths -

salty like tears and as clear as water. 

The journey forth casts long shadows over 

yesterday's tracks.

Too dark to find the way back. 

I will never figure it all out, 

but I always find the answers. 

.

Night Caught Dreaming

The moon winks and 1's repeating.

The sky eye opened wide.

rising-raising- blazing-bright,

the night and light in tandem

totem hearts melt holes in space.

And night rises- kissing moon

steals fleeting thoughts

of daybreak soon.

 A time spiral, memory dial.

 In the shadows 

darkness accepts denial.

And touches the softness of nothing. 

 Departing before  arrival-.

At times, it is right

 to be left ahead of some times. 

This time though,..

Mounting mountain time, 

sun-side

another ride, we are spinning light

and weaving tales in her wake.