8 Aug 2013
(2013)
winter mirror mysterious prints at crosstime junction
Work defines the bee? Hives shoul… But entries belong on pages. Companies write mission memos. Souls pen living stages.
lowly paid pawns moved and sacrificed on the board– minimum wage slaves
gentle breeze on the beach– sudden rain
Pick up those cups. Embrace those days full of flavors. Savor every single drop. Drink up.
Snow melts. Waterfalls streaming rivulets off roofs slake the thirsty ground.
The day the Earth stood still was one minute after the Great Sun of Truth arose. Ea… awakes!
Dressed for her wedding, she hurried to her beloved’s side. Her finest silk was chosen and she became His bride.
She collected rainbows. She stored sunshine. She put moonlight away. She made stars into a crown. She drew picture clouds.
Went to the hall, talked Kingdom y’all through swapping yarns for we give a darn, then sang our songs.
He pretends to be a hard boiled eg… He actually has a soft yolk. Sometimes, when he acts tough, he is secretly fluid. If you get to know him, he removes
Monsters under our beds are phantoms in our heads. Gurus shout such ghosts at our ear… and fears.
Clouds sail a vast blue ocean, shapes shifting in that expansive Big Sky.
I want to plan and to defer to my future. But, I dream and am caught by my desire.
end of long trip around the solar system– finished the book