I could write more than

that practice the art of firm

of your consciousness

I have a secret.

dancing in erratic flight

I awake in grace

I could write more than

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

now realized and walked

heart rate integrals

one crow sits; a single Om

I awake in grace

walking random paths

revealing ancient forest

of this universe

in the corner you

seize those moments that make you

look at what’s in reach

you were in my hands

I feel their anxiety

on the azure sky

in a full orbit

homeomorphic tree tops

fog rolls in like tide

you ensure the life

looking for meaning, we see

reaching skyward — up

sunlight in canyons

the skeletal curvature

drink it into you

I found a carcass

constructed with four circles

‘fore you fly away

when I banished you

you need not the sun or moon

forest holding hands

the lenses we have

for the hidden forest doors

boardwalk to the sky

immerse all of you

little hummingbirds come, go.

our place in the stars

sometimes you long to

when you enter the forest

wrapping around beams

this year you have bloomed

from the evening robins’ beaks

view of this wonder

even the strongest

of this precious blue planet

versions you can be

in the corner you

will be erased by time’s tides

never in silence

unfold at sunrise

ev’ryone becomes silent

and eddies of life

a foggy morning

come to hold my hand, farewell

joyfully alive