when i think about opening that door a flood comes in. of radical positivity, comparison, inspiration, truth, the past, a personal document of everything that does not and very much matters. how though did we live with no recognition that offers some intimate intrigue. oh, it’s you. is there a quiet world without gunshots and lethargy. one where our brains are washed with rainbows and weaved soft like a silk tapestry. can we move on through our maze of wondering.
the sky is pink sunflowers shine from dusty roads waving their “hi hi” diligently. i am right here they say, i am edible i am beautiful ! prayer flags catch wind’s grace while patient, sweet plums say farewell.
goodbye for now.
a constant passage of seasonal offerings bring blackbear to feast, buffalo to roam. sleep in darkness, persevere. coyote crafts stars all hours whether seen or not. talking spindles into indigo skies across moonlit desert landscapes. look where we are. i walk a trail to a familiar place that is my refuge with existence. it was said to be the end, remember when.
hope to see you again my friend.
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