even the clouds long

of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life

ready to be filled

our feathers tell us

found in every little

detach and then breathe

maybe all our days

gulping berries at sun set

lingers deep inside

cedar waxwings flock

that provide the light you seek

bring us forth those pearls

as you look down here

lead you to this perspective

to be a focus

the silver lining

like it is the very last

places for quiet

do you ever just

may be the wettest or tough

preparing to bloom

just make sure that you

such precious time in this life

and empty of self

reflections at sea

when you enter the forest

that small piece of moss

breadcrumbs of sunbeams

the raw transforms to beauty

another planet

just folding paper

to caress you and your light

in a universe

swimming in a sea

the most beautiful pattern

puddle of raindrops

I know that my friends

I was enmeshed in spirals

that it is now time

I know what you are!

change my radius of thought

lullaby buzzing

so, obviously

that crest of water — a wave

smile, and hands. Nana

time; non-linear

vector fields of stick and cloth

the ones that I see

yellow-rumped warbler

the most beautiful pattern

you just have to look

I dream that you kiss

holding sky with tangled limbs

such different days

some windows are but

in one sedum, young to old

with all of your heart

sustenance I made

look inwards with boundlessness

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