a light of guidance

the dunes of me — parallel

within all of this

my mind ebbs and flows

cohesion yet separate

nodes of our time here

the lenses we have

cedars converge together

make a space for this

the muddy puddles

to the heights that you take wing

serendipity

I saw the blue mass

of little feathers and down

painted in puddles

the swallows are here

forges clouds among the trees

catches the sun’s rays

probability

the air that circles the earth

evolving conchoid

bees bring such a joy

into the streams of the sky

you — your silhouette

parabolic curves

dancing in erratic flight

and talk of the birds

the ease to forget

extensions of my being

they show us the sky

trees dip their big toes

locked within is history

crouched in the garden

“it’s the hill your on”

when the wind whispers to you

silhouette white oak

the base of thirteen

lead you to this perspective

but they will have light

council of the crows

swirls in your radiant light

manifest eddies

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