Lucky are those who happen to find themselves standing in the welcoming atmosphere of the early morning. When a foreigner to these parts wouldn't be able to recognize the coming of dawn. The sky, still blanketed with the beady white eyes of the constellations above have stayed awake all night shining conspicuous spotlights on the peepers whose coos are becoming fainter, but still dancing to the rhythm of the night.It's hard to wrap your head around the notion that soon this moment will be over. Dark will become light as fast as light became dark. The cycle is down to a science but ever so unexplained. These hours, though seen by many are recognized by few. The air is sweet with newly restored energy. Soon all that will remain is the layer of fog that will descend from the mountains, closing and welcoming a new day.

Vielbongura

The room was blanketed in butterfly wings. Carrying in them the energies of all past, present, and future lives. Stories seeped through the walls, you could sense they were dying to talk. Tables ordained in ripe orange peaches; secreting virtue, knowledge, and beauty. Tantalizing thoughts opened and closed doors to the terrarium of my mind. Was this the end or the beginning?

Super Moon

I touched my hands to the ground and poured my energy into the Earth, wrapping her into my arms, circling her three times round. Thanking and blessing and pleading and dressing her soul as well as my own. Healing old wounds and warding off future trespassers, thickening her skin but lightening her heart. What a mystical creation, what a blessed universe.

A Moment

As I lied in the seats of my truck listening to the storm come in, I envisioned the rising tide taking me out to sea. No way of knowing who or where or what driving force was taking me, only that it was happening. I don't know what I'm looking for and I sure as hell haven't found it yet.

Flying Mountain

You laid me down against the rock and we laughed. Out of fear or joy of what's to come, and what already has. With intent to tell you that I'm leaving, I shed a silent tear. You've cracked the stone boarders of my soul and I'm desperate to run away from you. Ignorance is bliss and you are blissfully sweet. Straw tubes of honey trickling down my throat, ocean breeze carrying me back to NY, while the constant tide remains to detain me here. Show me you love me without ever saying those empty, deafening words.