look closely on trails

asymptote, vanishing point

to your inner self

we live in these loops

faint branches in a white sea

to feel the cloud’s breath

a Fermat spiral

of moss, earth, stream, trees, and life

into reminders

why isn’t solstace

with the magnitude of life

listening to birds

the most open paths

whispered to my deepest self

utter abundance

seek out your zeros

will flip the leaves from my grave

and eddies of life

you were in my hands

crows in puddles and in trees

a trail for thinking

tell me where to stand

of little feathers and down

paths, trails of wonder

there are just some trails

I see you and your colors

to your inner self

good morning my friend

generations green and full

like old memories

in just one moment

configurations of flight

singing of glory

lofty sequoia

be the leaf on winter’s tree

spread your arms and fly

I see reflection

one crow sits; a single Om

written by water

your palm faces down

can reflect heavenly light

memories’ bubbles

sometimes birdwatching

to comfort devastation

until you take flight

an aperture formed

take a breath and do something

joyfully alive

lift yourself with breath

little hummingbirds come, go.

into reminders

crow grabs the sunlight

of an origami quilt

to be here and now

window deja vu

when you enter the forest

so we can perceive

I am condensate

will flip the leaves from my grave

places for quiet