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. 

Here I Go, Again

HeRe I go... .

With eyes of u-nknown

..........here I am exposed

unclothed and resting 

in truth.

..............

heRe I am.

TheRe ...

I have been 

over and over 

again.

HeRe I have been.

And TheRe I am .

...Still....

shhhh...

And I am 

TheRe Now. 

I've given You, yes You

 my word in 

words. 

Dropped lines for you 

a courtship of letters,

drawn mental cues

A Me Map.

All for you-

All of You

Each of YoU

Truth trAil. to see.

Do you follow Me?

TheRe  

is when, and  is where

the Here 

Shows to you 

A flow of Fears.

How did I get HerE or tHere ?

As you stare ...HeRe Now,

my stream of conscious ramblings 

my channel, my tribal tributary ,

they are not diluted

do not intend to scare.

a water birth to share.

Eye to Eye to Eye.

to Earth and to Sky.

My soul's centuries of trodden trails 

tricked the I

and all the Eyes

that wandered with me.

 NoW  is here .

The  NoW  eyes

UnVeiled  

release  tears

flowing  between the here's and  the there's 

rockin rocks

loosening the tight

Clearing the clearing.

If ...

still you are here

 here with me.

You, yes You.

Eyes of I 

Eyes of Yous 

I am lifting the veils.

fearless revealing .

~Time Translation~

Time will tell.

It's a story of translation.

Voiceless, letterless and lightening speed.

I read your impressions.

A choreography of my geography.

Prints of purity on my body-scape.

You landed here before time,

before eons, and eras, and ago.

You learned to walk here, to dance

on my soft heart.

Before your soles ever met soil.

Before you could decipher between

my breath and your own.

You felt the summoning

of my heart beat drumming.

Red rhythm dancer- 

You once traced my heart.

Curious of my landscape.

My blood has bathed you.

You have rested your weary soul

on the shoulder of mine .

You have slept in all corners

 of my mind.

You discovered my two

 true blue windows.

And  looked out at the salty rains.

You have charted my seasons.

You have walked all over me, into me. 

A timeless trail. 

A capture of infinite beauty.

 A sacred soul sculpture.

A work in progress. 

Written in my body....

You have left me, illuminated.

Attunement (tuned up)

In and Out
tones and tunes
bounce off my fingers
and jump into
Being. 


Releasing the slumber
the chambers of hearts echo the song
of the serpent. 

The cellular spiral dance

of  which stones

are made
 the waltz of swirling smoke. 

Together singing circle chords.
We quench

thirst and ignite

flame in the same
 breath. 

Trailblazers,  we are

again, we are.

Here again. 

New rules, No Ruler.

No measure of 

 resurrected dimensions of the 

Truths forgotten.

Inhale the light that knows no

 shadow .

Alas! The Interpretive dancers and 

Minutia romancers.

In between the love language links.
Eye to Eye to Eye
Helix touching helix.
Intertwining veins 
unleashed the untamed.
These are our roots 
united . 
Dancing divinely 
down
and 
dirty. 

The Lovely Muck

Cloudy and hot-headed

  with a chance of revelation.

Southerly gusts of deep, down 
downward breaths.

Lung clap, vision snap. 

Eyes in shadow 

without glow.

 Lids low-

Protecting Now, like a chrysalis 

protects soft delicate change.  

A mellow mind-heart beat.

Thoughts slow and neat.

Simple, salty rains reign. 

Dropping drips on the cheek plains. 

Sourcing deep reserves

Taps down to  "long agos"

and "remember whens".

Releasing steam

......~~~~.....~~.....~~~~....~~~~~~~
&
....

makes cool  a consciousness stream.

My mind 
beautifully messy now. 

I exhale, take the hand of my playful thoughts

and go find my mud.
The loveliest muck. 

Perfect Timing

 The wind carries the poet.

Casting poems

of times past

and times remaining.

Wordless stories, unbound.

 Forever flowing and ending never.

Bird's whisper tunes, the lyric blooms.

I remember how it goes. 

The sun burnt the verses into the sky for us to see.

The moon winks and reflects on this solar offering

...in due time our eyes and ears will know

how, when, where, and why.

Painted words , sculptured stories.

blue sky canvass bleeds red

as yesterday remembers tomorrow and

tomorrow forgets memories.

Patience reads between the lines of

time, this time. 

Here I Go - You there Follow

* stream of consciousness and less poetic in flow and form-
invitation for explanation is welcome * 


HeRe I go... .
.
.
.........................Here I am

 ......... ...............................................There I go.......................

.......................................................................................I am going 

There........................
.................... Now .........

.....................................................................................Right ...............................................................Now............................................................................................

With eyes of u-nknown

..........here I am exposed

..............

heRe I am.

TheRe ...

I have been 

over and over 

again.

HeRe I have been.

And TheRe I am .

...Still....

And I am 

TheRe Now. 

I've given You, yes You

 my word in 

words. 

Dropped lines for you 

 courtships of letters

drawn mental cues

A Me Map.

All for you-

All of You

Each of YoU

Truth trAil. to see.

Do you follow Me?

TheRe  

is when, and  is where

the Here 

Shows to you 

A flow of Fears.

How did I get HerE or tHere ?

As you stare ...HeRe Now

my stream of conscious ramblings 

they are not diluted

do not intend to scare.

. They are my gift to share

Eye to Eye to Eye.

My soul's centuries of trodden trails 

tricked the I

and all the Eyes

that wandered with me.

 NoW  is here .

The  NoW  eyes

UnVeiled  

release  tears

flowing inbetween the here's and  the there's 

rockin rocks

loosening the tight

Clearing the clearing.

If ...

still you are here

 here with me.

You, yes You.

Eyes of I 

Eyes of Yous 

I am lifting the veils.

fearless revealings .

Honor

In Honor 
****

Of footsteps landing 

perfecting the Art of the Walk.

 When gait and heart no longer 

strive for stride.

Only ride...open wide,

on the tails of ancestral trails.

Wind within..deep breath in.

Memories unbound, rewound.

Exhaled in vibrant light

In being.

In meaning.

A light-being.

We cycle in spirals 
expanding.

Circle and step, 
Unfolding bits of moments

with  glowing eyes. 
The questions fade.

 Peaceful pieces of times connected. 

A  map of treasures . 

Drawn by lines of smiles.

Impressive is her lesson. 

Quiet expression. 

 Streams of silent tears
fall here and there 
and where we splash them up toward the

sky 
we dance .

May our expiration make sense.

That the end of the line still births smiles.

That our trail of moments is summoned

elsewhere. 

Re-hired by the Higher.

 Our days are done

And the sun,
She stays.

For now, you are the Sun. 

You are it. 

All of It.

Visitor

Starved of light,

of warmth,

under stillness 

and moonlight.

Wind blown 

leaves,

Naked trees

Slender in the 

twilight.

As above, so below

my body , my soul

waits,

 for the bite

of the night. 

So Be It

Reception of conception.

I am the receiver. 

My body's Perception,

A Deception, deflection.

The mirror's failed

Reflection.

My growth rings,

beyond detection. 

I am the exception. 

DNA rules the rule. 

My mind rewriting primal 

cues thwarting extinction.

My codes of me will Be.

Just Be-cause.

Future paths will Be.

 Forged through my soils of "was" .

Just because .

Cultivation of my genetic stagnation.

Soil and Sky & I and I.

Song of Conjunction.

Ethereal Functions exist.

Instinctual incantations live long and whisper.

Giving nourishing melodies to the willows that

will sing them back to the Sky.

For eternity. 

Microscopic Gratitude, Again

So I thank the powers at BE

 for the WAS

for the IS 

for the WILL.

Because

the Cause

will forever BE.

I thank thee...because ...

The WILL BE's

will-cause

the WAS 
and 

the IS

 to BE

 as it WILL...

attunement

Re-Attuning 

to that which the 

serpent speaks.

The cellular spiral dance

of  which stones

are made. 

That which quenches

thirst and ignites

flame with the same breath. 

Trailblazers we are

again, we are.

again. 

New rules no Ruler.

No measure of that 

which unearths the 

forgotten.

Beseech the remembered. 

Alas! The Interpretive dancers and 

Minutia romancers.

In between the love language links.

Helix to helix.

We are spinning into

 and out 

of 

control.