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.