up and away the sky booms. we crawl from the roof like old baboons. limpid* souls. low and steady. in front of a storm to set a few. i find her. the rain is warm and we run through. we close all the doors. open certain windows, the rain blows round, full blooms. for every… Continue reading LIMPID | definition in the _ dictionary › limpid6 days ago — limpid meaning: 1. clear and transparent: 2. clearly expressed and easily understood: 3. clear and transparent: . Learn more.
time is water all around_ immeasurable depths_ i am floating. i am not a floating thing -- i am floating, the activity_ in a depth created by gravity. i dreamed it so in movement this week_ and i keep seeing it_ awake and asleep_ it is me _ breathing _ swimming easily _ curled upright,… Continue reading context swimming
what if gravity is not what we think?
change is perceived and we call it TIME. IMAGINE space is a plasma-like substance and TIME is the movement of mass which creates variable waves in all directions. waves create dimensions. whether planets, light or energy - mass is moving and changing. we observe it from our perspective. and so, OUR perspective is TIME. TIME… Continue reading what if gravity is not what we think?
when thought becomes state i have gone caught wind of a freedom like no other free of thought free of want free of action you instead, are these things and you can change. this is not me speaking, it is you. is there anything you will say here too? i cannot change you. you think… Continue reading spongy
this tree is moving you heard it stood there in the dark senses rustle like leaves and with them your heart falls to the beat of the wind beating down does wind know down or does it just go? direction is different when you are air flow time does not pass you as wind… Continue reading wind night
since october 2017
i like the idea of writing a novel, and here is an edited poem excerpt from my stream: i lean back on trees and they fall. snap. a quiet, quick long dark fall. and me the only one there; i heard the sound. the forest - it blessed me.… Continue reading since october 2017
sunshower april 2017
I can change myself and that’s it. Aware of what I [you] practice and this as part of it. Help is feeling sunshine air within. Remember love. Fall grateful up with chin. You are it. Who Is there to see truth? Yours is true for you and mine too yes values yes ethics and morals, if you choose… Continue reading sunshower april 2017
lead a horse to water
loved ones fill our breath as we go. sometimes we share moments of death. it can be terrible and precious. i want nothing. and i know you must, too exactly the same in a very different way. love lives life outside of mine. as i look around us i can see forgiving bluffs paths and footholds. i can protect… Continue reading lead a horse to water
Each human, like a projector: I aim my light to see, I see what I can through the light out of me. help them understand how you are here. how? (why?) love. write words from love. check wrongs with love. share life with love. love is the substance that carries you. so what of it when love is,… Continue reading be sweet
walkeye and the time-being
Listening to people. Their lives. Walking home on Sunday I stop to talk to a man and his dog. We speak deeply, quickly. He brings up time and humanity which has me telling him about the interviews I’ve been collecting over the last few years. How the process is “unmooring me” as another friend has put… Continue reading walkeye and the time-being
the sacred feminine
rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine
sex made you
i spend time naked. in my daily life. in my art. this is no different, though it very much is. today it is with kate sweeney and chip willis. it is a photo shoot. an easy, fun, remarkable shoot. the talent in each of these artists is more than i can shake my bits at.… Continue reading sex made you