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. 

"InLightening"

"InLightening"

Affinity for Infinity?

The mind

O'

Mine...

I ask of Me

of stagnant BE,

To decline 

standing 

in my own

Light.

A shadow cast upon

foresight

no more.

A clearing of the conscious,

walls and windows. 

I fall in line with light beam

dances. 

Forever entangled with

 the Sun immortal.

Her sol tends  infinite affinity 

to authenticity.

My Sea of Seeing,

My sunstarmoon light 

of Being

MY Being

Infinitely illuminating

my affinity 

for Me.

Ritual Remembrance

RITUAL REMEMBRANCE 

I am so 

fascinated by 

you

I 

need not 

know 

more.

Like the stars

of the 

night.

Ritual darkness 

above,

a renewal 

of

sight.