wake up to a hug

turbulence with breath, movement

the spring surprises

the weight of a cloud

in that space — sans time — sans thought

centuries of flow

when you lean into

and your fractal being – now

to the long light rays

when I am running

could sum the beats of a life

orientation

there exists nothing

a ball of a peony

orientation

shoes of sand and moss

found in every little

life’s concavity

tell me where to stand

pull me to that single point

life is letting go

light seems to find you

that provide the light you seek

watch me; smile at me

sunflowers bow their

to a gratitude’s ocean

I hear, I exist

the simplest joy

locked within is history

to feel the cloud’s breath

immerse all of you

that practice the art of firm

ever evolving

messengers of trees

chaotic origami

paths, trails of wonder

grab the sky and loam

sine, cosine, tangents and more

we have ever had

the fractals of us

will still have footsteps of light

learning quarantunes

the weight that you lift

with bits of pollen and mud

orientation

you chase in the tree

stretch out from golden circles

all that flows in time

when you miss the moon

just to remind me, nudge me,

listening to birds

the most shadowed trail

the silhouettes of anthers

black feathers at dusk

solve the soma cube

ev’ryone becomes silent

tulips melt petals

I see sentinels

another bloom; another

winter steps on spring