there is something else in the distance yes, i see it seems like i am far off but it’s only a mental trick a delusion and i’m not buying it partially because i can’t afford to in the distance is a vision of a bolder person bright and shining dynamic fluid graceful and i am…
Tag: poetry
boldness
anbient sound louder more intrusive than previously timelessly aligning and at the end of the day new dawn mornings of one thousand beginnings and the plants seem to remember but it’s been a while it’s been a while hesitancy and masked frustration no one wants to be caught not living up rather a sideways life…
inside music
in my favorite kind of music sometimes you can see space birds flying with sparkly rainbow tails paint the sky fire red bubbles drift up from the ocean yellow blue and purple like a fizzy drink and birds sing love songs to each other songs of togetherness like how drifting and swooping through the magical…
wind chimes
wind chimes on its own sound rings across the town over bridges melody through the air wind accompanies me and everywhere i go i see leaves rustling something else is there following me like an accompanying song
as the day passes
silent waterfall ducks swimming across the water gazing to fish swimming deep in the depths below on the banks a tiger watches unblinking then slowly closes his eyes and turns back to hear the whispers of the forest and the wind that rustles calmly through the trees sun on the edge of each ripple and…
to be connected
i can blink away a thousand miles find the heart pierce straight to it back to memory no distractions no little things straight to the center of what really matters and palpable feeling gushing forward overcomes the distance connects back the pieces to be whole once more to be renewed to love
herbs and spices
a couple herbs and spices in your life to keep your life from being bland to keep you connected grounded back to the idea of a sacred earth more than an idea this is a reality if you believe it you live it if you help it grow and flourish couple herbs can do the…
I used to sleep
HYPNOS: I used to sleep. I used to sleep and dream. Dream about sheep. Just kidding — I never dream about sheep. Sheep are boring and expected. Still they are cuddly and innocuous little beings. Eating their grass. Baa-ing. Wandering around. Eating more grass. Laying down… what do you think a sheep thinks like? Do…
some are born with a gift and it’s apparent so young as if catapalted from another time a vision prophecy of what this gift is and how it will manifest what the signs are and they show them with such ease this gift that has always been there and is just waiting for circumstances in…
The Dynamics of Groove 