Ricochet between the boundsof certain chaos ~let the kaleidoscope of uncertainty move you ~down old streets in new shoesinto new rooms drench in brighter hues the warmth of knowing yourselffrom old yous ~the wind carries wisdom ~listen while you watchbillows bend the trees. Have a beautiful day!
time
Nothing is something.
Nothing is something.When I say I remember nothing,I remember the something I forgot~ perhaps not by name but by symbol,by feeling, by chance.Something is nothing.When it leaves, it goesto a place I can’t see, don’t know~ perhaps it comes back, comes again,for a moment, for a while —tender memories beckon smiles.Nothing is not nothingbecause it … Continue reading Nothing is something.
first death
sometimes the world stopssometimes the good go early sometimes death breathes life You can find an animation that pairs with first death here on Instagram and a still shot in the Color Chaos Gallery here on WordPress. Have a beautiful day!
sentient skies
Birds unburden the city silence delinking the chains of a solitary season, decompressing minds confinedto the stone walls of winter.People sit where they scattered on green blades becoming ladders to the sun-drenched dreams of early springs and stubborn summers.On the wings of a finch, we sing to warmer skies. You can find an animation that … Continue reading sentient skies
blue
Sometimes we have none —nothing to say, but sayI wish you were hereWhat worlds have you graced?No words for the wonder of your life beyond Today to visit I go Miles ~ a joyto feel Kind of Blue. Hi! Check out an animation of blue bows here: @speciesofvalue. Thanks for stopping by!
the sun dials in
Landscaped privacy behind gates of Gramercythe sun dials in —“I count only sunny hours”the solar timepiece reassuresso I, I imagine, can indulge the blursand spurs of night’s knowing, of darkness’s doubting the murmurs of sorrow’s solace emergingand purging the sufferingfrom gratitude’s corps —the soft and tender eye discerns moreof the differences between destinies,of the exemption … Continue reading the sun dials in
weightless wonder
Does an easy life exist?If it did, would it be livable?Would it be worththe wait for wonder?Or is there any waitwhen sorrow’s weight burdens lighter?Would it be forgivableto wish for wanting less?Tested to tatters,we cast unanswerable stonesat a manmade mountain, begging for mercy magic enoughto move the crowned mighty.
midwinterrain
Pacific coasting highway emptied by rainwater fallsinto the white caps drop by dropsoaking through sand quenching marine desert mountains.Sand slaked and sodden as silence descends, save the calming crashof winter waves.
when
A city exhales,homes inhale — people worryabout positives.The negatives granttemporary clarity but when will we live?Spontaneous joy,without examination free to love again —
beets and bleach
Beneath the skin we plunge into the abyss of oxygenated blisscoursing through veins inherited from the men andthe women who bled and begot their unknown.Beneath the soilwe find purple rootsripe with their lifeforce,boiled for royalty andpickled for peasants ~spoons and forks unite.Strike the stains of youth and historieshungered by force.Agitate the bygones of brothersand sisters … Continue reading beets and bleach
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