Felt and through and through
The light glints passed green and blue
and standing in the in-between
again the glow through blue and green
the moving still of the morning
and I'm left thinking:
I am finally alive and awake
and I'm still dreaming

They named the days "even"

These frequencies are filled with nutrients.

"so much beauty it can make you cry"

her dreams whispered truths at night
and silence was her dreams
she opened her eyes and closed her mouth
as the world unfurled

closes her eyes and back to dreaming

Like an innerspace tune up
by instretched arms
beyond their bounds
dream fingers turning
the dials of the depths
Idles adjusted.

The spiritual reboot

I'm here, man.

Boom and in
Then oof and up
Soft in the West Coast drizzle.

Sipping coffee in the morning fog
I can feel my old ghosts walking around here.
Mist paths and mist traces
the good, the many bad

I aim to collect them all into a group hug.
No one left behind.

out there under the purple morning dawn
out there under unreal eyes

swimming in the deep

Up and in the morning still-light
entwined and breathing
the birds of chests set free
weightless
into the new float

And then every moment–
precious.
As each had always been.
With the morning sun's
sober dream light.
Like rolling the windows down.

Easter's Miracle

 

L-R: Cousin Joey Wales, Easter Bunny, Benmont Jefferson. 

Only the beginning...

Waking with a lurch in the heart
Up on feet to the expectant day
or is it the other way around:
expectant to the day
chest of hopes
bottled up potential
...at least one hopes

we're pulling for you

and here, well
we can feel all of the inversion layers at once–
the instinct in optimism, fear, love, and tepid currents
the faces that come with every situation

But again, hope keeps us moving through.
Hope, and the good light.
There are sunspots to find everywhere,
even if just a moment

On with the winds
and the short drive
to the long desert fire
kick around out there
in the ghost tides
voices and ideas

Night for day-
Full moon shadow stride
in the glowing dunes

And from the change
the name of the games
became-
Going for even.

If you could dress yourself up in smoke...

From the top 5 things you don't want to hear muttered from your doctor's mouth when being diagnosed:

#2: "...fuck."

Thank you Fates,
For the dear souls
That make this life worth living.

Thank you Fates
For their putting up with
My sentimental goof ass.

Dawn and the heart skipping
The lingering dream
Soft and sincere
Face loosening
And tears
With truth

It is what it is.

Then in the chair looking
through the picture window
Out into the morning fog
The lovely bird jumping in and out
Dissolving in and out of the mist
In and out of the dream
Feathers red as the heart

Skipping as I woke

Fall in reverse
and good

Pupils on the skies
and a flow from chest
upward
like the winding
sky-stretched arms
of the tree