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.