with no dimension

to sit and watch little swifts

and then scintillates

a light of guidance

better plotted in polar

while reflecting sky

I just glimpsed the light

I will reach with all my time

life is letting go

parabolic curves

in one sedum, young to old

places for quiet

just a breath away

to journey beneath the stars

to the summers end

I could walk this path

in an ocean of currents

reveal gratitude

as you look down here

so delicate and hidden

between our essence

shoes of sand and moss

brings us through our existence

air, to tree, to air

a tide of forest

release the grip that it has

I glow in the warmth

so, obviously

from behind those purple clouds

in my coffee cup

I breath in and out

the year’s end or beginning

of the kale flowers

I know, even though

may it be quiet and soft

clouds gather to speak

a vector on wind

with strokes of grass and azure

life’s concavity

wind gusts bending trees

when overwhelmed with beauty,

strength in this small life

even the strongest

seize those moments that make you

of another Earth

you taught me the words

revealing ancient forest

memories’ bubbles

you’re my paradox

painting the world in contrast

as pink fades to night

repose beneath sky

strands of kindness, grace, and love

tied for each refill

my home has a guard

I was enmeshed in spirals

hundreds of years old

the swallows are here

when the wind whispers to you

lemniscate in walls