Clouds in the sky part And I’m underneath Watching the sun appear And For a split second

I went outside On to the freshly moved grass In my era Of Buddha I hoped for enlightenment

It is a very beautiful thing To want to grow older You know it’s coming close But you would rather choose To lay in a golden sheet

Sleeping, weeping drops Of rain leak through The leaves on the tree Outside my window Sloshing of wet

You can’t love someone who is hurt… They think they’re protecting them… all the while they’re hurting you And your soul knows no rest So move on

The stitches on my handwoven mask Began to unravel slightly It has been 3 years Of distance Of suffering

The love of the autumn day Pierces through any opportunity For us to stay warm I thought you would never stay But here you are

The days the sun blast Throw the field in the summer Bring from it an armor It’s soft and Billowy through and through

Stretching Far along the Thin white line in Minnesota The curves take you Back and forth