why isn’t solstace
change my radius of thought
tulips melt petals
why isn’t solstace
change my radius of thought
tulips melt petals
solve the soma cube
might be — organized — perfect
to dwell within me
sometimes do you feel
scintillate with the soft breeze
the spring surprises
Earth has silhouettes
that calls for all the pigments
leap up to kiss sky
you are a symbol
configurations of flight
we create in life
maybe all our days
when you enter the forest
fly, eat, then repeat
to feel that soft breeze
flutters and swirls before me
pareidolia
shadows stretch across
plant me beside, beneath one
wrapping around beams
your entire self — world
when overwhelmed with beauty,
you see a chicken
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