“Into the light of a dark black night”Paul encourages her flight,with hope for chainless daysand change in chosen ways -to reach her brightest dawnto absolve her demons: gone —examining the exalted, the exiled,the ecstasy of life, the wonder of the wild ~embracing the cosmic coincidenceto experience her meaningful magnificence. You can find an animation of … Continue reading blackbird
flight
tangent
Is a mistake a mistake if itprecipitates beauty?Hellbent on perfecting a pattern, might we miss the melody,dismissing it as noise? Worse, if the mold and its methodare preordained,would your ownsacred force fightinstead of fly?The mistakes of a mind creatingmay not be mistakes at all ~far from failure,a fantastic tangent derivesmagic from mundane. You can find … Continue reading tangent
hover
Hover to holdthe hope for higher helpas the soil evaporatesinto the stars,galaxies of potential sweepthe ground with gustsof uncertainty.Origami birds hatched in the infinite hover to holdonto the orders of angels magnitudes greaterthan the clouds could ever cover,condensing and releasingtheir sole composition.Origami birdshover in folds of freedom. hover Hi! Check out an animation of hover … Continue reading hover
a flight, a feeling
To enjoy a joy unfolding and shed the analytical holdingthat binds our minds to pattern-seekingand making meanings ofsmoothed and sparkling stones.To be elated by the moment,without the beckonof becoming someone on the horizon,a vision as opaque and hazyas window grit, deniesthe luscious warmth of clarity.Flow into being.
the Wind
the Wind sweeps the streets clean of Lifelittered and fallen,browned to a crisp by theforgotten august heat.The trees will us inside, waving and whispering, warning of a storm. The greenest cling to the boughswhich will release themsoon and softly. An act of birth through death,growth through loss —they’ll never come to shadethe life they bear. … Continue reading the Wind
the birds have blown south
The birds have blown south.Silence descends on the morning senses,soon smothered by the cacophony of construction — jackhammers gnashing asphaltmasticating dreamed memoriesfaintly clutched and clouded;the hope of a slow rise swallowed by the sun.The birds have blown south for their own protection from the leafless future ahead,leaving me longing for morning banter.The birds have blown … Continue reading the birds have blown south
Species of Value 