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