Light

Cotton Candy Clouds, August 2024

Love

No one tells you that love and risk are synonymous.

This is a hard truth to bear in this world, I’ve found.

But people also don’t tell you that love comes in so many beautiful forms that perhaps the human tongue has never named or caressed or articulated them all– anima, amor, amatio, cupido, diligentia, ludus, eros, agape, pragma, philautia, zelo Love

Love forms the deepest connective tissues and threads of our psyche and souls– the circle that embraces us all, and this love is vast, sweeping, sublime, teeth– it is the sinew of the divine that runs through all living things. You Me.

It’s the why behind how washing the dishes and a sensual lie-in, lay in, lay on can be erotic. Simple.

That is the wonder of love. The musings that both bring us to our knees in gratitude as well as sorrow, pleasure as well as pain, transcendence and immanence. What shall we choose? Love allows us to stand at the edge of the universe of our knowing and unknowing.

Love

Set List from an Epic Music Fest, Ranch Rock III, 2024

Connaissances

Today my old life died
and my new life spawned

I had a tiny lump
in my throat

My stomach turned
a bit, and I

took a long, deep breath
through the pain

then I realized that I was
hungry for breakfast,

stomach grumbling, I went out
and ate and egg

Eden, Utah

Artist
You are the artist
of your soul, winsome and west
her and just so me

Gabrielle Dawe, Plexus 36

Ikigai

When you know things
When you understand and
Begin
to Evolve
and sure, you’ll
be erroneous again,
don’t forget that
there will always be
People
who will try to tell you
Otherwise
The sky is falling
for them, for sure
rather, Recognize that You
Know
that the sun is rising
You are not nothing
that you do
Exist
they are misinformed
Just as all the ideas
that have ever been flat
lines, no heartbeat

Crescent Moon, August 2024

Darkness

Ursa Major and Ursa Minor, plus Polaris, Back Porch (August 2024)

Darkness

darkness comes,
bats chirruping on
the midnight hunt
for insects

pulsing chant of druid
crickets, matching
heartbeats, and
the tiny slip and creak

of the garden sail
sounds like no monster
you were expecting,
the stars are out

still and fixed until
a glance, the look-again
shows they’ve migrated
to new horizons

moved to another sphere,
other longitudes in the
deepening blackness, thank
god for this space,

this slow-moving, untethered
rest in all the wearied
world, ever more
transfixed

on the clear scent of
the stream, softly
rolling with last
night’s rain

the dark becomes
more friend
than day with this
rhythm of the universe

coursing through
rivers of stars
above, all one needs
is to sit, be, listen

observe the silken quiet
of the moment,
the breath of trees in
the waves of breezes

let go the day
where the push and pull
of the world leaks
all over your conscience

be, rest, breathe
evolve, inhale the
thousand whispered
nutrients of darkness, night

The Club of one Kid, a solo retreat somewhere, July 2024

Rowdy

Feeling rowdy
uppity

energetic
overly-jazzed

sometimes I listen
for the school

secretary to call
down and check me

out of class
Hall pass!

Freedom.
Ambulation.

An uninhibited
walk-about

Maybe I’ll go to
Scotland or France

Sometimes I
weep uncontrollably

Though I probably
could ‘control’ it

I don’t wat to,
sometimes

I feel undone
definitely not

crazy
more like that

song where Dave
says you could

look inside the person’s
skull and see

their mind,
what’s on my mind

is ‘x’ marks the spot
just above my heart

it just keeps coming up,
and loneliness

sometimes on account
of the ‘y’ but

I’m okay with ‘z’
fantasies for now

wanting to escape
or wanting to feel

it may go either way
a spectrum of emotion

Georgia O’Keefe, Pink Abstraction, 1929

Quantum Dreams

I dreamed about you last night.
The most sweet, ephemeral vignette.
We were sitting in my car.
You were in the passenger seat.

We were both sleeping, in sound repose.
The view from the car was stunning
The sun was setting over a gorgeous canyon
Or maybe it was rising.

That’s the quantum question.
Molten crimson and fuchsia flung into the cerulean air
Reflected in the clouds over vermillion sandstone and chalky copper-oxygenated azurite.
You woke.

I stirred.
We were both still groggy from the sleep,
and the car was warm and comforting
with our shared body heat.

You turned to me and said quietly… “That was so nice.”
And I smiled.
Content.
As the dream faded, just as peacefully as it began.

Symbol of everything, Peace, solo retreat, July 2024