in just one moment

too far ahead of your path

ready to be filled

so precious is now

that you stand alone out here

to the morning beams

perspectives give us

into the streams of the sky

just beaming with joy

I think that you might

but chaotic and angry

ready to be filled

oh, how you long to

without the dry spells, the flood

lingers deep inside

here, nested circles

with a moment — reflection

in this existence

why isn’t solstace

hints of orange and purple

to tuck me in — dream

dim the light with fog

swiftly move with such volume

propagating good

I wished to see moon

pull me to that single point

violet, green flight

this junction of ray

at your beauty, your being

joyfully alive

a tender wave wafts

I embraced every moment

brightening shadows

just folding paper

but let those volunteers grow

detach and then breathe

plan those garden beds

vivid inner gratitude

in hopes of french fries

the forget-me-nots

echoes with branches in streams

at the lowest tide

those moments of pause

that crest of water — a wave

in the day’s raindrops

just make sure that you

swiftly move with such volume

breathe out compassion

love gutter bubbles

and I will love every

across our life’s trails

the various V’s

beneath the trees, sun, and moon

and talk of the birds

images within

whispered to my deepest self

orientation

a vector on wind

fractals into more windows

iota of life