spring time

waiting for the lady in the mountains whose footsteps reveal the greenery vibrancy  underneath and from the earth whose voice echoes against rock and through canyons who calls across distances to awaken  who stirs the blood with eyes like fire who welcomes weary travelers with springs of water who points the way and shows how…

Laugh

night street my friends laugh and laugh and they go no to the negativity say look Look it’s this thing it’s this that I can sometimes help you with and I go and I say something profound sometimes that nobody expects but i promptly forget and giggle because I love laughing    

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…