The Dynamics of Groove

a heartbeat

what does it matter hot and cold? cool breeze on an evening or warm sunny bench at midday what’s it like to be in between those worlds? one foot on each place over the boundary on the edge of reality how does it feel to be without words? the deepness the richness of experience touched…

dust

there are moments of seclusion when a crowd a whole group of people of the past reach across time and speak to you it may be through pictures it may be from long forgotten words uncovering ancient histories uncovering the truth uncovering and peeling back the layers that have caked on there is dust to…

sleep

oh right sleep i remember you i remember the kind of dreams deep that draw you in and hold you i remember the comfort of sheets the comfort of a mattress the comfort of a pillow room that’s the perfect temperature and airflow yes, breeze while you sleep dream fall into the other land fall…

the shock of clean water

the thing about a stream of rushing water on a hot day is that the cold is very shocking you’d think the sun’s warmth would make the water warm too but the water makes you gasp deeply for air as if someone pierced you in your chest the thing about very cold, rushing, running water…

For Dad

who taught me how to be kind and treat everyone with respect to act and to do and not just say to be direct and choose my words carefully but not to be overly precious and focus on the negative who taught me to wonder and see the beauty in everything around me to watch…

smoldering

sometimes a thought lingers with you for quite some time sometimes a thought swims in your head and reflects like light shining through water sometimes thoughts gain speed and turn to action can be misdirected can grow into something real can be re-imagined can be softened can transform can be controlled can smolder and fuel…

possibility

As she opened her eyes… Dawn again. Sun rising once more. Clouds scattered into the far forever distance as if you could stretch across time and back again. In the moment it takes to breath in deeply, then she realized all was right. Countless possibilities deep into the horizon and as you looked to the…

every moment

There is a timelessness to the evening when birds sing when stars collide when wind blows cold There is a ferocity to night when the moon is overhead when the grass waves slowly when every footstep must be taken with care There is a kindness to the darkest part of day when light is in…

spirits

they meld together drifting swimming in the air land water sky moving from one place to the next always chasing each other blending lively spirits who ride the wind for fun and live inside bubbles drifting softly unseen except sometimes with a bend of the light or a glimpse within imagination

down in the canyon below

Starlight into a rocky canyon. The girl was watching something. Watching as something moved down below. Every so often if you focused, you could see a flicker of movement from down below, down by the thickly rooted trees. These ones that had canopies like great expansive clouds, enveloping the base of this deep cut into…