Creative drive is strong. Like a dragon puffing snarls to the tune of its beating drum. Thumping deep against the ribs of your chest. Each puff’s hot stream, like the beauty of the engine steam. Those deep yellow eyes curling as the side-maze shift, like arrows through your mind. Pinning you to time. Flattening you…
Most people will not admit that man is nothing more than unconditional love, in self denial. But to those who can hear true speak whose ears have cleared water and whose eyes are flushed by air comes the flower’s nectar to all who can care. Bora Bora, 2006
Like a light thrust to the moon. Messa calls, walls rise and slowly gather. Into the warm waters around the heart. Howling the husky chow tune, in rainy June. To dreams of tiny pitter patter. Crying – tears – laughter. Embracing their worlds. Oh so full, their young voices would gather. Before your present mind….
Tears were sown Heart have grown Distances do not part Comfort in the dark Flowing gowns Mystical mysteries Wed with crowns Will you be my fantasy? United, reunited My emerald sea pearl Fortune do rain Souls unfurl
Electrical spark along beams of steel Turned and reformed The wheels keep on turning Churning our hearts, our minds Testing faith Patience in presence of forms in flesh Bodies defined, reduced, explored Heart open wide Waiting, calling to hear its home From a far, the one who burns The candle lighter With her thin fingers…
Where will the spinning stop when it has begun? A concoction of stress and joy, the thrill of the dive. Spinning 4 plates or more, pauses to consider, no room to falter – the ship flies too fast to spare a moment carefree – or can we still see? The blind are busy fixing our…
Flowing the spirals of time. Nitched and locked in the golden line.Peace in the unlimited bareness of open being.No layers to hide, an open heart.Memorized by gratitude & grace.Your calls spring in the wind.A time for place. A time for space. When your being lets down its final fight – you will absolve your last…
a handful of coral sand ruffles in your hands’ warm clasp,the rolling sound of waves spins air in gentle folds along your cheek,the soft caress of layered pristine sands press gently beneath your feet,plummets of fog lazily slipping between jets of deep green,a spray of blues so vividly and widely colored your language inadequately names…