play the piano listen to the notes phantom sounds in the wind we wrote travel together through another's open window nonsensical keys a dreaming melody of butterflies dancing in fields of grass and golden poppies memories like no other wake in joyful songs listening and not in strongest voices... perhaps we shall dream in our … Continue reading playing the piano
as the wind whips up it's time to fly growing wings takes time.
Alice held her bunny behind the garage close to her heart. 'water your plants', she said. and when I did they started dancing in their hanging pots in a sunny garden mirage. funny, I wondered why the shadow boxing chipmunk wanted a punch-out fight daring me to knock it off her shoulder later this evening. … Continue reading Alice and the angry chipmunk
I walk under my pool slide watching dragonflies glide scooping up water. the squirrels eat corn cob I cut and birds feed from feeders I filled with fresh seed. I am mindful of how hard I worked for all this 'stuff' through many decades of toil, knowing it was well worth the effort because of … Continue reading a walk under the pool slide
so transcendent... my walls grow talking faces that whisper to me in the night and reach out to grab my legs as I walk to bed. some say 'kill yourself'! others sigh 'are you alright'? dark and light days and night murmurs in nub of flickering candlelight. pastels in sound leave their haunt that lingers … Continue reading transcendent
cave creatures come out at night you'd never know they're driving around after midnight 100 miles an hour on the freeway hold on tight never slow down until crash and burn and things get right.
it's a hot day as I go outside on the side of the garage, and my baby squirrel sees me as I call its name 'hello my dear little friend...' I say softly. and it runs all the way from front to backyard on top my six foot tall wall and hops over the other … Continue reading Squirrel running on my wall
you might be wondering how to talk to God in person... where does one go for a brief visit? I have concluded we find him in these places... through oneself we commune with God. in other words, one must believe he is listening that your request has been heard and already delivered. through the depths … Continue reading a brief talk with God
paddling paddling paddling long up that cold old rapid river battling against that futile tide drowning in the essence I used to call me surrounded by bottomless time whirlpools pulling me thereunder dark clouds clapping thunder I have been killed but set free in an odd sort of harmony floating downstream dead and lifeless flowing … Continue reading paddling
fathoming the idea we go on after living as this invisible essence called soul amid no proof of its existence brings one to observing he can say with certainly 'I am,,,' that his entire experience of what he believes real depends upon his five senses that he will discover his living essence is comprised of … Continue reading fathom