when I’m dead and gone
droplets, the bubbles in air
sit now before me
when I’m dead and gone
droplets, the bubbles in air
sit now before me
sunlight in canyons
are but loops in the garment
to feel the cloud’s breath
squeeze through the portal
may bring forth fruits beyond us
living in circles
even the strongest
that’s why we should all do them
this brief existence
I wish I knew how
in that space — sans time — sans thought
an umbellifer
I found you — fallen
but let those volunteers grow
the spring surprises
beauty in my mind
infinite, ever-changing
in the winter sun
at the tops of hills
to journey beneath the stars
spilled to inspire change
your life has texture
remove leafs at the right time
and then sweep away
a puddle can seem
beneath the trees, sun, and moon
finite — infinite
you gather right there
for being steadfast, constant
and announces life
this junction of ray
the raw transforms to beauty
iota of life
some of these rivers
within a rose’s petals
through the moon’s dim light
swimming in a sea
gardens smile at their presence
graphs of my being
oh my! look at you
look deep at your reflection
wrapping around beams
there you are, my hawk
cedars converge together
life’s intricacies
generative art
on the floor of the forest
strength in this small life
we architect webs
like the sound of waves pulling
tulips melt petals
an aperture formed
magnify, distort, and bend
and then sweep away
this colorful mist
of this precious blue planet
remember the sky