golden light

curve of a golden hill and rays of sunlight shining through cascading warmth on roundness like you could reach out and touch  the smoothness of the hill bright shining light making everything radiant glow to the earth and it feels like sound like deep bass in speakers as the earth moves and the sun rises…

foggy night

silky fog rolls in  clouding the sky  a vibrant blue last of the daylight seeping through  but the fog says  no, now we go darker and the air becomes colder lightly breezy up in the sky piercing through  feathery wispy clouds a little fingernail moon glowing pale and it’s like the space around it is…

perfumed scent of flowers in the sun

golden sun  and petals from  flowers of all colors  sprinkled on the  ground  like a trail leading inward towards a garden in which the most beautiful blooms all flourish the scent of these  collective flowers one would think would be overpowering yet in the gentle breeze these flowers  sit and are warm  under the guidance …

clouds

there are distant clouds puffy scattered and soft they spread across the sky making a beautiful pattern like cloth  and when the sun shines on them blue shadows give you calm as they drift across the sky like pieces of fleece you could reach out  and touch one then it’d be like touching the sky…

evening light

stars sing tonight songs where they  are within your hand yes  something you can hold close as you sleep at night the deep blue beyond veil between the worlds and the spirits laugh and dance  and play about because why not enjoy  the tranquil evening light and the shimmer and the fade of the deep…

i thank you

to the plants on the path as i move forward to the sun that shines brightly as i start my day to my memory for reminding me of the good things to the grass that calms and cools to all the practices that keep me whole to my body for keeping me warm to the…

your eyes saw thunder

thunder cracked from the sky  and purple rain fell til your bones cracked wide open  and all that was left  was a little quiet whimper quiet time  a gentle rain and wet eyes there was this belief  that it would all get better  til the stars came out to say to sing to you  when…

birds singing in trees

feathers wherever you step like birds want you to know they are there for you birds leaving feathers  on the path like presents for you to say “oh hey” “look at that” birds that tweet to each other birds that chatter and birds that sing they fly to one another from branch to branch and…