history of miscommunication

in the matters of 'following your gut':

'okay' has become a matter of what doesn't make you feel like your soul is throwing up into your carcass.
'right' has become whatever makes your heart explode and your eyes tear.

wrap your arms around me
envelope me in electric warmth
press your cheek against mine
so that they can pass care

squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze
don't let go

until the sigh that cannot be sighed
is sighed

then again as lighter beings

Searching for the great warmth.

With little transition from dream to wake,
it was the light that told the difference.

hopes for an early Spring

old journal sketches coming back around: #1125

Dreams in Blue and White
you could still feel the warmth of the new sun
the Spring bringing life to the sleeping trees
the songs in the molecules
the wind of the road
and the smile from your face

Eyes open and dreaming
The soft light new morning
Got the mellow blues and
The glowing pinks

In those moments
You can feel across the ages
Float face up in the warm tide pools
Live a spread of ideas
Send messages to the dear wandering hearts and souls
And feel together.

old journal sketches coming back around: #1129