livin on the bottom
one step away
from death
makes me face
truths
otherwise, laid to rest
like a submarine
submerged
I undergo the test
pressure from the depths
restin on my chest
truths only refuge
a face to face
encounter
in fear's
deepest recess
Sunday, December 28, 2003
Saturday, December 20, 2003
Friday, December 12, 2003
Thursday, December 11, 2003
Monday, December 08, 2003
Saturday, December 06, 2003
Tuesday, December 02, 2003
Sunday, November 30, 2003
Friday, November 28, 2003
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Friday, November 21, 2003
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Monday, November 10, 2003
Saturday, November 01, 2003
Friday, October 17, 2003
Saturday, July 05, 2003
JUS WAITIN
Waitin for the settin sun
then the stars so clear
life on the porch
so different
across the threshold--
paralell worlds
steppin across
captured by the Natural World
observin its cycles
rhythms
near sunset
breeze stops
stillness
as if all nature is awaitin
that Grand Event
settin-sun
and when she drops
the stars so clear
Waitin for the settin sun
then the stars so clear
life on the porch
so different
across the threshold--
paralell worlds
steppin across
captured by the Natural World
observin its cycles
rhythms
near sunset
breeze stops
stillness
as if all nature is awaitin
that Grand Event
settin-sun
and when she drops
the stars so clear
Dreamin on my Front Porch
Spend a lota time
right here on my front porch
watchin the wind
blowin thru the trees
thinkin of you
no one has ever touched me like you do
I wanna know you
heart and soul
like the wind in the trees
playfully
we dance with each other
me chasin you
you waitin
for me to catch up
Heart and Soul
wind in the trees
I jus wanna dance with you...
Spend a lota time
right here on my front porch
watchin the wind
blowin thru the trees
thinkin of you
no one has ever touched me like you do
I wanna know you
heart and soul
like the wind in the trees
playfully
we dance with each other
me chasin you
you waitin
for me to catch up
Heart and Soul
wind in the trees
I jus wanna dance with you...
Wednesday, June 25, 2003
THE RIGHT APPROACH (for Johnny and Guy Waterman)
One cannot ascend
lofty peaks
by pushin, forgin ahead
the wind blows
'oer mountain tops
penetrates insurmountable heights
dissolves hardened obstacles
Sitting quietly
in my tent
the trek is traversed
only thru stillness
do interior landscapes yield
Beyond crested ridges
thru the clouded sky
a pinhole opens
pulled from above
no footholds of stone
Hoverin over the blued Earth
The Right Approach
must be known...
One cannot ascend
lofty peaks
by pushin, forgin ahead
the wind blows
'oer mountain tops
penetrates insurmountable heights
dissolves hardened obstacles
Sitting quietly
in my tent
the trek is traversed
only thru stillness
do interior landscapes yield
Beyond crested ridges
thru the clouded sky
a pinhole opens
pulled from above
no footholds of stone
Hoverin over the blued Earth
The Right Approach
must be known...
Saturday, March 29, 2003
Saturday, March 22, 2003
RETURN
My best moments
moments of being
are when I'm the most still
quiet
no internal dialogue
alone with the earth
feelin her pull
feelin her hold
she guides me
and
she talks to me
her language
Ancient
what she says
I cannot hear
only feel and see
she recreates before my eyes
Paradise
within
a sense of the timeless
when I walk
I move with grace
each step
perfectly placed
Why
I question
wuld I ever
wonder out of Eden
only empty imaginings
of a desperate ego
culd obscure
such Harmony
My best moments
moments of being
are when I'm the most still
quiet
no internal dialogue
alone with the earth
feelin her pull
feelin her hold
she guides me
and
she talks to me
her language
Ancient
what she says
I cannot hear
only feel and see
she recreates before my eyes
Paradise
within
a sense of the timeless
when I walk
I move with grace
each step
perfectly placed
Why
I question
wuld I ever
wonder out of Eden
only empty imaginings
of a desperate ego
culd obscure
such Harmony
Sunday, March 16, 2003
PLAYFULLY
What I write
I write for you
that you may know a love
that honestly reflects
the Beauty of You
...there is a voice
deep inside
that whispas truths divine
when you hear it
you will smile with delight
relief
a warmth unknown
but true nontheless
a secret so pure...
god pretending to be you!
so of all of life's travails
take with a sly smile
and a knowing wink
...jus play along for awhile
What I write
I write for you
that you may know a love
that honestly reflects
the Beauty of You
...there is a voice
deep inside
that whispas truths divine
when you hear it
you will smile with delight
relief
a warmth unknown
but true nontheless
a secret so pure...
god pretending to be you!
so of all of life's travails
take with a sly smile
and a knowing wink
...jus play along for awhile
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Sunday, March 09, 2003
DESTINY
In my dreams
I hold
what is mine
I touch, I caress
Softly my fingertips run
over your white supple body
quivers as it does
to the touch
Adoration...
I knoe you so well
all of you
that
when we meet
a Turning Point
the World begins anew
Time will have a new mark
from which to measure
the coming together
of Heaven and Earth
In my dreams
I hold
what is mine
I touch, I caress
Softly my fingertips run
over your white supple body
quivers as it does
to the touch
Adoration...
I knoe you so well
all of you
that
when we meet
a Turning Point
the World begins anew
Time will have a new mark
from which to measure
the coming together
of Heaven and Earth
Thursday, March 06, 2003
MOON GODDESS
In devotion
tending the Path
following closely upon her footsteps
awaiting her command
The goddess radiant with heavenly Light
reflecting the will of the Creator
Everything is as it should be
spontaneously reflecting Perfection
the potential becomes actual
Bathing in her Light
rising toward a New Dawn
In devotion
tending the Path
following closely upon her footsteps
awaiting her command
The goddess radiant with heavenly Light
reflecting the will of the Creator
Everything is as it should be
spontaneously reflecting Perfection
the potential becomes actual
Bathing in her Light
rising toward a New Dawn
Monday, March 03, 2003
BRAVE HEART...for Jacqueline Saburido
Where her feet touch
the Union of Heaven and Earth
This Angel of Mercy
her Light shining Brightly
speaking softly
seeks to Awaken
a slumbering, dis-enchanted youth
who pursue thrills
not so cheap
what price to pay
she has paid for you and I
Ascended...
Jacqueline's spirit struggles to secure
her foothold on this Earth
behind the mask
a message so Pure
Rise...
Celebrate life's Sweetness
unabetted, unaided
no cure needed
Jacqueline
a modern-day
Brave-Heart
Where her feet touch
the Union of Heaven and Earth
This Angel of Mercy
her Light shining Brightly
speaking softly
seeks to Awaken
a slumbering, dis-enchanted youth
who pursue thrills
not so cheap
what price to pay
she has paid for you and I
Ascended...
Jacqueline's spirit struggles to secure
her foothold on this Earth
behind the mask
a message so Pure
Rise...
Celebrate life's Sweetness
unabetted, unaided
no cure needed
Jacqueline
a modern-day
Brave-Heart
Thursday, February 27, 2003
Sunday, February 23, 2003
JESICA SANTILLAN
A Teen-Angel
in need of a heart
or was she?
hesitant to submit
to technology's cutting edge
Jesica didnt feel ready
the moment not right
in her mind, unfinished business
yet to attend
she had months to live
but was taken in days
what might have transpired
if her time she had lived out
what bonds completed
what boundaries crossed
what tender moments shared
her life begs us to see
the true function of heart
not a pump...
but a fount
pouring forth love
a Teen-Angel
Sacrificed
may her memory endure...
A Teen-Angel
in need of a heart
or was she?
hesitant to submit
to technology's cutting edge
Jesica didnt feel ready
the moment not right
in her mind, unfinished business
yet to attend
she had months to live
but was taken in days
what might have transpired
if her time she had lived out
what bonds completed
what boundaries crossed
what tender moments shared
her life begs us to see
the true function of heart
not a pump...
but a fount
pouring forth love
a Teen-Angel
Sacrificed
may her memory endure...
Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
Thursday, February 13, 2003
THREADS of TIME
Sweet Angel
in a distant land
my heart strains
like the wings of a bird
seeking flight
heavy laden
deep in the grips of earth
buried by relative matter
irrelative, irreverant
breakin constraints, unshackled
I invoke the Mystery
the threads of space and time
to weave a New Fabric
that will
unite you and I
Sweet Angel
in a distant land
my heart strains
like the wings of a bird
seeking flight
heavy laden
deep in the grips of earth
buried by relative matter
irrelative, irreverant
breakin constraints, unshackled
I invoke the Mystery
the threads of space and time
to weave a New Fabric
that will
unite you and I
WINGS of INNOCENCE
A woman scorned...
"no fury has Heaven and Hell
so great"
a broken_Angel
god's gift ravaged
torn
She the Crucible of Love
dishonored, dis-robed
Purity tarnished
in her
the Savior is born
reborn
Crucified
re-crucified
but the Seed remains
in her eternal vigilance
lies the fate of Heaven and Earth
down, down
she must go
her Primal Womb molten
firing, forging
a Sacred Blend
on the Wings of Innocence
A woman scorned...
"no fury has Heaven and Hell
so great"
a broken_Angel
god's gift ravaged
torn
She the Crucible of Love
dishonored, dis-robed
Purity tarnished
in her
the Savior is born
reborn
Crucified
re-crucified
but the Seed remains
in her eternal vigilance
lies the fate of Heaven and Earth
down, down
she must go
her Primal Womb molten
firing, forging
a Sacred Blend
on the Wings of Innocence
SOMEWHERE in MONTANA
Somewhere in Montana
in an ole wrangler's cabin
fed the cows
fed the horses
the sun's slowly slippin
neath the horizon
night shadows creepin up
taking form
a thousand stars above and I'm all alone
somewhere in Montana
on the whispas of the wind
I hear your voice
the fragrance of the sweet grass
carries your scent
but your touch...
your touch
eludes me still
somewhere in Montana
Somewhere in Montana
in an ole wrangler's cabin
fed the cows
fed the horses
the sun's slowly slippin
neath the horizon
night shadows creepin up
taking form
a thousand stars above and I'm all alone
somewhere in Montana
on the whispas of the wind
I hear your voice
the fragrance of the sweet grass
carries your scent
but your touch...
your touch
eludes me still
somewhere in Montana
DEVOTION
...and all is right with the world
When?
the Father sitting in heaven above?
No,
can't be
Jesus, the Father descended
received by the Earth
Light enters
the Dark moist Primal Womb
Yielding
the Earth receives
follows upon the heels of Light
with Devotion
alone in this Sacred Hour
savoring the purity of the moment
with no effort
no purpose of its own
Impulses from Light
take on form
made real, Nourished by the Earth
shining forth in Beauty and Splendor
in leading we are lost
in following
we find guidance
...and all is right with the world
When?
the Father sitting in heaven above?
No,
can't be
Jesus, the Father descended
received by the Earth
Light enters
the Dark moist Primal Womb
Yielding
the Earth receives
follows upon the heels of Light
with Devotion
alone in this Sacred Hour
savoring the purity of the moment
with no effort
no purpose of its own
Impulses from Light
take on form
made real, Nourished by the Earth
shining forth in Beauty and Splendor
in leading we are lost
in following
we find guidance
Saturday, February 08, 2003
CONSCIOUSNESS
I have awakened a sleeping tiger
a ravenous wolf
set free wild intractable forces
and it is I who is torn apart
Warring Principalities
A Cosmic Struggle
waged upon our bodies
within our souls
a battle
that some only come to know
in Death
but if consciousness dawns
in broad daylight
how are we to meet
this Sacrificial Banquet
Victory
comes only in retreat
not by struggle
or direct force
...descend the steps of darkness
step into the waters of the deep
sleep with Lady Death
I have awakened a sleeping tiger
a ravenous wolf
set free wild intractable forces
and it is I who is torn apart
Warring Principalities
A Cosmic Struggle
waged upon our bodies
within our souls
a battle
that some only come to know
in Death
but if consciousness dawns
in broad daylight
how are we to meet
this Sacrificial Banquet
Victory
comes only in retreat
not by struggle
or direct force
...descend the steps of darkness
step into the waters of the deep
sleep with Lady Death
Friday, February 07, 2003
Monday, February 03, 2003
COLUMBIA
Into fate she flew
proud and undaunted
with quiet integrity
like a child
seeking her mother
Columbia
approached the earth
with divine adjusment
her path was altered
and
as the wind
blows thru the trees...
a sigh
she emerged
on the other side
breaking thru
arriving on schedule
to a New Heaven
a New Earth
wholly transformed
by a Higher Reality
while
we left behind
but
picked up the pieces
Into fate she flew
proud and undaunted
with quiet integrity
like a child
seeking her mother
Columbia
approached the earth
with divine adjusment
her path was altered
and
as the wind
blows thru the trees...
a sigh
she emerged
on the other side
breaking thru
arriving on schedule
to a New Heaven
a New Earth
wholly transformed
by a Higher Reality
while
we left behind
but
picked up the pieces
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Thursday, January 30, 2003
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Monday, January 27, 2003
Sunday, January 26, 2003
DREAMIN with RACHAEL
We drive till dark, pull over
your head on my shoulder
the hum of traffic going by
lights flashing, sweeping us away
we drift silently, enter the dream-world
traversing regions unknown
together, hand-in-hand, dreamers
running, tripping in a down-under land
waking on sun's piercing rays
to a reality fabricated from
images lying dormant in time
We drive till dark, pull over
your head on my shoulder
the hum of traffic going by
lights flashing, sweeping us away
we drift silently, enter the dream-world
traversing regions unknown
together, hand-in-hand, dreamers
running, tripping in a down-under land
waking on sun's piercing rays
to a reality fabricated from
images lying dormant in time
DREAMWEAVER
My Soul
leads me into agony.
She cause me to walk paths
whose ends,
I will never know.
She taunts me with delights
of a woman
I will never embrace.
Far-away Princess,
companion
in my nightly visions,
can we not
push the boundaries,
elude
fixed perceptions
and weave a new fabric,
you and I?
A New Heaven...
A New Earth
Dream with me
but for awhile,
if we should meet
before we wake,
our Souls, outwitting,
Fate.
My Soul
leads me into agony.
She cause me to walk paths
whose ends,
I will never know.
She taunts me with delights
of a woman
I will never embrace.
Far-away Princess,
companion
in my nightly visions,
can we not
push the boundaries,
elude
fixed perceptions
and weave a new fabric,
you and I?
A New Heaven...
A New Earth
Dream with me
but for awhile,
if we should meet
before we wake,
our Souls, outwitting,
Fate.
Friday, January 24, 2003
FRACTURED REFLECTIONS
Imprisoned
by my own delusions.
I wonder the halls
of past memories,
embedded
in my flesh.
Haunted by dents in my psyche,
like ghosts in a burlap bag
strugglin to merge,
emerge...
Fractured Reflections.
This fear of intimacy,
this self-loathing
that I feel,
I know that it is of my own creation.
My own self-imposed sickness
for which I slave.
I lick my own wounds
to gain sustenance,
but to allow another
to touch
is to dissolve the boundaries,
transcend limitations,
escape
my own self-imprisonment.
Fractured Reflections...
open to your touch,
this pain is love.
Imprisoned
by my own delusions.
I wonder the halls
of past memories,
embedded
in my flesh.
Haunted by dents in my psyche,
like ghosts in a burlap bag
strugglin to merge,
emerge...
Fractured Reflections.
This fear of intimacy,
this self-loathing
that I feel,
I know that it is of my own creation.
My own self-imposed sickness
for which I slave.
I lick my own wounds
to gain sustenance,
but to allow another
to touch
is to dissolve the boundaries,
transcend limitations,
escape
my own self-imprisonment.
Fractured Reflections...
open to your touch,
this pain is love.
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Sunday, January 19, 2003
FATIN...FATIN
the name echoes in my mind
reverbrates in my soul
awakens a time capsule
destined for this moment.
This sacred moment,
light years in coming
Enshrouded in stardust,
Streaking across the northern sky.
A moment destined to be,
sanctioned long before time,
just now
coming to pass.
We awaken
as dreamers,
marveling
at what always has been.
My Sister,
Sweet Fatin.
the name echoes in my mind
reverbrates in my soul
awakens a time capsule
destined for this moment.
This sacred moment,
light years in coming
Enshrouded in stardust,
Streaking across the northern sky.
A moment destined to be,
sanctioned long before time,
just now
coming to pass.
We awaken
as dreamers,
marveling
at what always has been.
My Sister,
Sweet Fatin.
Saturday, January 18, 2003
FATIN
Something deeply mysterious
happening here.
A re-awakening of the life-force,
buried deep within.
Her sighs call forth
Ancient passions,
A world, a time
gone by.
She dances before my eyes,
Fatin.
Princess of the Dark
summons,
calls;
her charms,
irresistible.
She swallows me,
plunging her mystical depths
reality wavers,
dark, moist,
warmed by the Primal Fires.
A swiveling, swirling embrace,
rhytmic dancing,
thrusting forward,
circling around.
Minds spinning,
dissolving
we transcend boundaries.
Union,
re-union...
In the beginning.
Something deeply mysterious
happening here.
A re-awakening of the life-force,
buried deep within.
Her sighs call forth
Ancient passions,
A world, a time
gone by.
She dances before my eyes,
Fatin.
Princess of the Dark
summons,
calls;
her charms,
irresistible.
She swallows me,
plunging her mystical depths
reality wavers,
dark, moist,
warmed by the Primal Fires.
A swiveling, swirling embrace,
rhytmic dancing,
thrusting forward,
circling around.
Minds spinning,
dissolving
we transcend boundaries.
Union,
re-union...
In the beginning.
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
BETRAYAL
Frozen depths,
psychotic.
Glacial and cold,
dread and terror.
Beyond the warmth
of the human heart,
untouchable.
The Kiss of Death.
Cain and Able.
Betrayal
lives here.
Unashamed.
Father and Son,
no longer one.
Jesus on the cross,
betrayed by god.
There is no
trusting the father, or,
going back to the Garden.
We long for the
Primeval.
The Garden before,
Eve'l.
But human love
is born of betrayal.
Man is born of Eve.
Cain and Able
a begininng,
not a departure.
Betrayal is a gate
to forgiveness, to love.
Betrayal leads to union, oneness.
Love and Fate reconciled.
A thin line
between love and pain.
The worst betrayal
is self-betrayal.
Refusal to carry out
one's own suffering.
Trying to build a protective wall,
cutting oneself off,
swearin, "Never again"!
Embrace betrayal,
love thru your pain
Lucifer's Light.
Frozen depths,
psychotic.
Glacial and cold,
dread and terror.
Beyond the warmth
of the human heart,
untouchable.
The Kiss of Death.
Cain and Able.
Betrayal
lives here.
Unashamed.
Father and Son,
no longer one.
Jesus on the cross,
betrayed by god.
There is no
trusting the father, or,
going back to the Garden.
We long for the
Primeval.
The Garden before,
Eve'l.
But human love
is born of betrayal.
Man is born of Eve.
Cain and Able
a begininng,
not a departure.
Betrayal is a gate
to forgiveness, to love.
Betrayal leads to union, oneness.
Love and Fate reconciled.
A thin line
between love and pain.
The worst betrayal
is self-betrayal.
Refusal to carry out
one's own suffering.
Trying to build a protective wall,
cutting oneself off,
swearin, "Never again"!
Embrace betrayal,
love thru your pain
Lucifer's Light.
HAUNTED
I know why
the lone wolf howls,
his pain, his loneliness'.
I hunger,
but don't hunt.
My instincts dull.
I know what
the lone wolf feels.
his cry is my song.
Memories etched in flesh.
My body shakes,
quivers.
Haunted.
images strugglin within.
A fight
that I cannot win.
I know why
the lone wolf
howls.
I know why
the lone wolf howls,
his pain, his loneliness'.
I hunger,
but don't hunt.
My instincts dull.
I know what
the lone wolf feels.
his cry is my song.
Memories etched in flesh.
My body shakes,
quivers.
Haunted.
images strugglin within.
A fight
that I cannot win.
I know why
the lone wolf
howls.
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
APHRODITE
...she startles me
with her ever changing Beauty.
A Lady beyond,
the Woman within.
Child-like, her Innocence deceives.
She inhabits the ninth circle
of the underworld,
tempering fires of passion,
stilling them
in her frozen depths.
Her glitter reflects Perfection,
her crystallized, sharp-edged truths, absolute.
wounded, tho, she is,
her polygamious spirit misunderstood.
A sacred tear bleeds,
falls from a dreamer's eye.
the glacial-cold heart of the Ice-Maiden,
melts.
One tear creates a river.
The Ancient Riverbed flows...
Aphrodite animates the world
with her Beauty,
the visible form of Soul, itself.
...she startles me
with her ever changing Beauty.
A Lady beyond,
the Woman within.
Child-like, her Innocence deceives.
She inhabits the ninth circle
of the underworld,
tempering fires of passion,
stilling them
in her frozen depths.
Her glitter reflects Perfection,
her crystallized, sharp-edged truths, absolute.
wounded, tho, she is,
her polygamious spirit misunderstood.
A sacred tear bleeds,
falls from a dreamer's eye.
the glacial-cold heart of the Ice-Maiden,
melts.
One tear creates a river.
The Ancient Riverbed flows...
Aphrodite animates the world
with her Beauty,
the visible form of Soul, itself.
APRIL
Rare is an April day,
her beauty budding
bursting forth,
Innocence reborn.
April's abundance
nourishes,
the famine past.
In her charge,
God trusts fertility,
thru her redemption,
Earth awakens!
For April has weathered
winter's darkened embrace.
She blosoms, blooms
with child-like grace.
Her roots reachin deep
within Earth's molten core,
drawing up its dormant embers,
Kissing,
the Sky, the Sun!
Rare is an April day,
her beauty budding
bursting forth,
Innocence reborn.
April's abundance
nourishes,
the famine past.
In her charge,
God trusts fertility,
thru her redemption,
Earth awakens!
For April has weathered
winter's darkened embrace.
She blosoms, blooms
with child-like grace.
Her roots reachin deep
within Earth's molten core,
drawing up its dormant embers,
Kissing,
the Sky, the Sun!
Sunday, January 12, 2003
WHITE BUFFALO WOMAN
Sweet Essence of Life!
I kneel at your feet,
the union between heaven and earth.
My Lady sanctifies
the ground
with each step she takes.
Her path, a holy one,
imparting, Grace, Wisdom, Love.
The Spirit of White Buffalo
Woman, divine!
She dwells among us,
her heart
whispers on the wind.
A warrior in her service,
She breathes life into my soul.
Mouth to mouth
with White Buffalo
Woman, divine!
Saturday, January 11, 2003
MY LADY
My Lady,
white with winter purity,
fiery
as solar tongues.
Her heart and soul
in thoz sacred Black Hills.
My Lady
rides
the stone-cut image
hard and wild,
her feet diggin
into his sides,
toes clawin for grip,
She envelopes
the strange one,
draws him into
her warm, wet womb.
submersing his granite dust
with her nectar of passion
the rock dripping
with the sweet essence of life.
My Lady gives birth,
rebirth;
fleshing out the graven image
completing the cycle of the Wheel.
Out of solid rock ride
My Lady and Crazy
Wild and Free!
My Lady,
white with winter purity,
fiery
as solar tongues.
Her heart and soul
in thoz sacred Black Hills.
My Lady
rides
the stone-cut image
hard and wild,
her feet diggin
into his sides,
toes clawin for grip,
She envelopes
the strange one,
draws him into
her warm, wet womb.
submersing his granite dust
with her nectar of passion
the rock dripping
with the sweet essence of life.
My Lady gives birth,
rebirth;
fleshing out the graven image
completing the cycle of the Wheel.
Out of solid rock ride
My Lady and Crazy
Wild and Free!
Tuesday, January 07, 2003
WINTERWILDFLOWER
in the dead of winter
a wildflower
grows.
Her roots reachin down
to earth's fiery core.
She radiates warmth,
love.
a single flower
transforms a bleak, frozen tundra
into a Spring-like bouquet of joy.
a single flower
blushes
and the world is reborn
errupting with vibrant, fragrant life.
A single flower,
a Goddess in disquise.
She draws to her
all thoz hapless passers-by
and nourishes them
with the nectar
of her secret communion...
her ties to the Eternal Flame.
...a single winterwildflower!
in the dead of winter
a wildflower
grows.
Her roots reachin down
to earth's fiery core.
She radiates warmth,
love.
a single flower
transforms a bleak, frozen tundra
into a Spring-like bouquet of joy.
a single flower
blushes
and the world is reborn
errupting with vibrant, fragrant life.
A single flower,
a Goddess in disquise.
She draws to her
all thoz hapless passers-by
and nourishes them
with the nectar
of her secret communion...
her ties to the Eternal Flame.
...a single winterwildflower!
Sunday, January 05, 2003
A LIFE BEYOND
A life beyond
the common place;
beyond what we are conditioned
to desire and accept.
a life beyond...
in the shadow
of a mountian peak,
a one room cabin
amidst the wild.
The glory of mornin sun,
the crisp scent of autumn.
Wildfire burnin,
my heart ablaze,
breathes new life,
Timeless Life,
tastes each new day.
...beyond the common place.
A life beyond
the common place;
beyond what we are conditioned
to desire and accept.
a life beyond...
in the shadow
of a mountian peak,
a one room cabin
amidst the wild.
The glory of mornin sun,
the crisp scent of autumn.
Wildfire burnin,
my heart ablaze,
breathes new life,
Timeless Life,
tastes each new day.
...beyond the common place.
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