Sun Shining on Snow

Heat vs. freeze; irony persists in nature; a mirror reflecting literally should be native lessons to the land of our souls.

Existence; timelessness and behavior less and becoming the inevitable; alleged future nothing is knowing simplicity not and complexity is; being in and as the same.

Seeing with vision uncompromising; tried and true from both sides now equates wisdom as a genius like gift given to few and leading the sheep to still water; please take a sip. Quench your thirst and recognize for likely the second time that there is no something; there is no nothing.

Knowledge? Ask yo-self.

Smelling Honesty

Distinct, custom and personal brands of our personal affirmations confirm truth.

Draws you as undertow currents toward and to not always bluebirds of happiness' melodies; but by chance that of often and necessary honey's rawness.

Honey in that it's bittersweet. Sweet in taste and bitter is it's source: that which stings.

Sometimes, you can't see.

Vision quests do beckon; assurance resides and sometimes brutal assaulting truths chime; soar and roar ascensions of freedom that bring you home.

Home: where salty wounds take the hands of time into their own and dance the salsa til' the end of time.

Endings navigate in circles and reveal new growth; which in turn blossom into your sensual affirmations that smell honesty.

Honesty is the root of the mustard seed tree name called Honor.

Writing By Night

Exclamations startle wakened states…

Revelations of remember me's and when's liquify - flooding between realms of dreams and reality.

Release becomes your alarm.

Time - no matter.

Urgent is need.

Forget; by moonlight - neva!

Stars whisper in sleep's ears what days' forget.

Love lists long in these deprived times where creativity and crazy combine and sometimes dreams really start coming true.

Vicious Cycles

Gnawing cyclones magnify destruction that minds cultivate escaping detection.

To see, stop and reverse? A diamond, obvious on a beach of sand.

The ocean that retains no memory pounds this path where we walk alone.

Trembling hands become artisan architects' to signal rescue vessels.

My finest palace sings; high octavian notes of acapela grandeur that blast the skies and; docking upon the shore I am not blinded; but see by light that there are not one but two bare foot prints imprinted among those sandy shores; trodding placidly, gracefully on soft priceless solely diamond filled sanded beaches.

That ocean's undertow has swiftly cushioned me back to my vessel. I am basking in the sun and tossing metaphorical millions in my palms toward Heaven to be showered with and catch on my tongue of fire  snowflakes: children's delight.

Somewhere Between Now & Never

Eclipse foreshadows triumph and tragedy.

Leaves linger; fall; dance in the forests with your daily comings and goings.

Unaware connections flow; circuits of trees and  brawny mountains with; through and for you.

Think a day is not a monument?

One flick of a pen; a push of a button: Vital.

Laws engraved in stones of every particle of all, everyday LIFE.

LIFE  belongs to mundaneness; and within the melancholy orchestrating of 9-5's motions are written untold tales spoken in hushed tones in unseen worlds that make every breath matter; every blink; word; gesture is a play. A beautiful and for granted taken by us; given performance to please the Source at which we do:

Why?

Flight of the Common

Endless sights set on tempest structures.

I land on nests of straw glistening off shoots of The New Jerusalem's gold.

Sprays of paradise's treasure soak into the blood, sweat and tears' efforts as dreams of a seagull morph into great Eagle medicine.

The simplest glide; kids' kites…euphoric highs; break through records…and common is for granted - taken and not seen.

The color of a blossom it comes down to. The smile of  a lover it strives for.

Ups and downs. Life is extremities.

Blatant attention is due.

Now.

Can Stallions Be Broken?

Unbreakable spirit soaring, life pounding, breath taking, blood spilling, pungent crushing forces of those thieves in the moon bathed nights tricking our shadows of innocence into caves of spite less and sojourn delights.

Decadent melodies like the sweetest songs' notes' filter through our bodies and leave their marks.

Cum to stay? These violent upheavals scream forget me nots and flee.

We stare at the hoof prints left on the pounded fields of our selves and remember; with a wink and a mona lisa smile.

Living By The Sword

We; cut by the blade; icy, blood stained tears trail through landscapes of where forgiveness belongs.

Stitched up by the tapestry of the sun; a clock keeps time of light that signals us on.

Retaliation sirens call from dark alley corners.

Left or right? Up or down?

Heart songs play - listen with ears as your pores that make up your being.

Soul - justify that death. Turn and turn in the dance of the hurricane to form that tangible, majestic truth.

Sheilds of glaring light reflect blades; ceaselessly, effortlessly and always, always, always without a single scratch.