blue berries purple fairies what it is double gin fizz hit their nails with your head rising old rusty hammer dusty wind anything worth doing sawdust in your eyes.
barren field snow filled knowing flowing down the cold river never seen a boat so rowing melting dreaming remembering going. .
what you think makes you feel the way you do experience is the movie camera life plays projecting through our eyes admit one.
without drama little would be written no happy light without painful darkness falling in the garden of life and death flowers wilt and die new ones sprout along side all was created from nothing all will return.
being unloved and unknown has golden glitter no one hurts when you are gone memory of you goes with the wind blown away like the obituary page of a newspaper into the beautiful cactus filled desert the red sun descends with dark silver lined clouds and bright stars switched on as I cease to exist.
when your world feels heavy hop in a pickup Chevy the universe wraps its arms around the wandering spirit rise up and touch the sky when crow birds flock long drive time ticking clock.
We danced with the moon when she curtsied to the rhythm of our movement sending a message of light embracing the sea freeing our being to wander its final time where souls sift through grains of beach sand roaming through endless stars throughout this enchanted universe.
I am black through graveyard grasses sound tapping on grave stone markers sneakered feet never touch ground wailing cold wind whispers my name owls hoot beautiful golden glowing eyes perch above below in the night I run. .
Is it our ears who hear, but not our soul? listen closely to the bird singing with all your inner being for nature's subtlety takes flight and will never stay still.
I have to say without doubt it matters not the tree its soul speaks to mine because they know I am one of them they utter words my inner being hears with truest delight.