Grass fills the senses
Mud puddles dot the trail Sun has popped her head out From between dwindling clouds There is a stirring Pensive waiting For the grand explosion Of plenty The big sleep Is giving way.
Don’t even get me started. But today, Today will be different. Void of circumstance. Ignorant of age. Trite criticisms, Will fall Without a sound. Today, Belongs to me And a will, To see what is beautiful. And become A part of that dimension.
Inspired by my WP readings. Thank you all.
Five o’clock is really four o’clock.
Here, let me wake you up during the most restful part of your sleep experience. Like that do ya? Have fun gettin’ used to this again. Drove to work this morning. Still not sure how I got here. Am I even awake?
What I feel like on the “daylight savings” fiasco. Can we just stop this?
Bodie California – “Arrested Decay”
It can be a dark world just below the surface.
Big fish will eat little fish and become complacent. Something the heron knows all too well.
We stay close
Bunched up Grains of sand On a lonely beach It drives us mad This closeness Transforms us To lash out As rattler’s broods The engine of progress Its constant drone Inescapable Replaces The music Of a gentle brook And the rustling Of deer moving Quietly through Forest’s timberland So confusing This voice That perpetually Reminds Of such lovely consciousness Reminds Of unknown places Asking, begging To be discovered
Diptych – (2) 12″x12″ oils on canvas
I’m sure there are places where the drone of freeways are non-existent. Where the wind passing through the trees is an event.