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

non-linear time

to each other, back and forth

just remove the load

you chase in the tree

encasing sedum in ice

to then turn around

tuck your babies in

of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life

then they perch, so still

oh my bald cypress

to comfort devastation

leaving playful trails

so many curves here

blow through me and around me

spread your arms and fly

the parallel curves

gulping berries at sun set

a sign on your way