look up — perspective

to remind me of your laugh,

in growth together

gossamer catches

swept away — a tide of men

at the ocean’s edge

wind gusts bending trees

of serendipity in

evening prayers

a swallow ballet

brings me in and out of the

are manifested

now, lessen yourself

to each other, back and forth

pocket of lilies

when you lean into

might be — organized — perfect

to this small flower

we all need this path

paint the histories of tides

in a cloud of sleep

we are projections

in that space — sans time — sans thought

watch me; smile at me

early morning song

sipping dew of torch lilies

and serious fun

there are just some trails

orchid blooming for a year

but, sometimes I break

there is no limit

my vessel is full of life

of what surrounds you

this night sky that comes

to each other, back and forth

completing a proof

sometimes we muster

in quite moments of breath

in a silent mind

He has a paintbrush

that will lead you down that path

of utter delight

I know you. my friend.

approach ing— and yet you’re here

‘fore you fly away

soak in your warm bath

my vessel is full of life

the shadows today

generative art

reach, spread your canopy

reveal gratitude

so many creatures

does humble me to this earth

and create you own

I found you — fallen

in plucking sprigs of currants

absolute values

there you are, my hawk

for all of the abundance

the shadows today