THE SKY GOES ON FOREVER

The spectacular sight below of fantastic creatures roaming free upon a paradise found makes my heart tremble like fine rice paper. In this super world unfolding, predators are never triumphant because predators are never born.

FANTASTIC DANCE

Our souls, bedazzled & breathless, reflexively thrust an ovation onto the astrolabe of dawn. Only delicate golden orioles could be heard singing good morning to this beautiful day. Alex preferred it this way. In a favorite past incarnation he was a Roman Augur, therefore his heart was rich with fondness for every winged being he ever knew.

ADEIFE ADEBIYI~WRITER ON THE STORM~FEATURING BONEY M ~ RIVERS OF BABYLON

There is an anonymous choir unanimous in their song. They sing that to truly be alive, we must be here now. This is the moment we choose to create the world we say we want, now. Yet to be here now, we must quest-fully seek that directional strength, that pathway in order to surrender our shells of ignorant, rigid identification in the sacrificial works of those who were being there then, through their legacy.

BECOMING A MAN 

I am there along side all of those who loved him for being a true human being. “Life is short but terribly eternal.” Some of us are mortal, some of us are gifted immortality. We do not choose one or the other.

HARP OF THE GODS written by SCOTT UTLEY

If you’re mystic,  come this way & play for me. Tune your strings sharp & clear  with all the  pressure I can bare. If you’re mystic,  stroke my hair & kiss my lips. Take me to your mother ship.  Rifle me with your tough grip. Anchor me to your bright blue.  Show  myself to me through you. Your platinum strings…

RING OF FIRE

I walk briskly at first Shuffling sacred boulders between each foot I teeter at the edge of humanity I hover over the lips of this cup Brimming over with exquisite insanity This wonderful world; A miraculous mathematical equation All the earth’s treasures scattered before me I skirt the precipice of this crater We call the…

Fiori Spiori Sycamore 

  THE HAWK & THE RAVEN Full  moon silver frosted eves~glassine eyes of misty dew sycamore sleeves. Sagacious spiders (masters of weave), slept snug & warm beneath safe eaves. The creek roared fierce with a late spring rain. All things full must surely wane. Perpetual blossoms should not be sad yet how do I sing…

PERFECT FROM THE START

Dear Mother, I will recklessly forget your glory. I will scatter the riches you give me upon a sweet, naive & unsuspecting full moon. I will choose suffering before healing. I will rip my soul to shreds. I will shine as bright as any star you have ever created. I will be folly before I flourish. I am your son. I am my mother’s son.

THIS MOON TONIGHT

There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. Do you hear me? There is no way you can avoid this moon tonight. At this moment It is framed by my giant regal avocado tree in bloom. There is the face of Buddha in it. That is very clear. Or should I say, ‘He is…