brethren desert cactus standing tall raindrops puncture rolling waves of buzz cut hair crawling down there hidden in tree branches handiwork of God keeps the mind dry it grows crooked, not straight to sun baked air.
I walked in a distant unfamiliar garden I ventured into it with a dark cloud encircling my head on this garden path birds feared me they should not have I came to transform my troubled nature and find peace subject to the invisible hand of God trees were bending drooping their limbs leaves gliding meandering… Continue reading This Dream of Mine
I remember the hawk who swooped down and took my dark friend old man lizard (they turn dark when they get old) I was so saddened that this bird didn't eat elsewhere such a beautiful bird of prey which from time to time would take a bath in my bird bath like he just came… Continue reading I Remember
mysterious you who surrounds me like loving arms invisible essence pounds away repelling evil and its deeds abundant harvest sowing seed gracious covenant unerring need.
within this silent cave you can hear the waves outside deep underneath their water lies peace gathered tides and pools are claimed by those small creatures paddling in circles and staying still paying just tribute to the never-ending solitude of the ocean bottom grave.
we hoped this day would never come but all days like seasons do end My soul yearns for windy days like these by the seaside we build our castle made from shifting sand like a lonely sea stack sifting my fingers through scattered memories and broken sea shell remnants a renewal of mind, emotions and… Continue reading Windy days
The voice of nature of morning dew and night mist hanging sun it is this a twist of days a turn of night and glorious moon soothing sounds of rabbits in their thicket no fears in sight where time has no end and peaceful slumber has just begun.
There is a little forest in the back of my mind there is another sky there another kind of sunshine it be dark it be silent it is green then it is frosty and kind it has flowers the bees fly freer buzzing round my head for my eyes to see it is there where… Continue reading The Little Forest
you know a color's beauty when you see it. it does not come about by any other name except by which we agree a rose is but a rose and it smells of red.
Driving to the Desert at Night windows rolled down anticipation growing passing freeway lights underpasses coming up one last mile Zzyzx Road turnoff milky stars black sky cloaked night shooting stars you're the only driven car for a hundred miles in all directions park the car walk out stretch and yawn look up ruffling birds… Continue reading It’s on Zzyzx Road