Fog Surrender

If the fog closes in on us, we'll just lie down and receive it quietly, softly, gentle... you move ever so carefully and peaceful now. Sweet sounds of silence bathe me, fill my ears and now I am complete. What hand has been dealt that I may afford such? A karmic act of cosmic fragility... lie down now and just...

Trees dance for wanton hearts

I listen...to the birds calling out in their language. I hear their cries of joy or fear...the rhythm of my footsteps carries me along and i hear the song of the wind. i've never been able to hear it before but now it's clear- my heart moves but it is a sad movement... the heart wants what the heart wants but it cannot have that. perhaps if the stars realigned themselves then a different reality would set iself in motion. now i sit and watch the wind blow through the trees- dancers poised and moving so- they negotiate their ways along like fluid waves. are you blind? no do not fret, it will be coming soon i can hear it- clearly. listen to the rhythm of yourself and to that of the wind and trees whom are dancing, dancing, singing for you.