when I am running

droplets, the bubbles in air

was so capable

sustenance I made

to sit and watch little swifts

iterated views

I know you. my friend.

change my radius of thought

never let yours go

ocean sand ridges

pack them like bijou trinkets

centuries of flow

I see this window

I was enmeshed in spirals

in the winter sun

when I’m dead and gone

origami creases you

ajar to the world

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

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