a flash of red
in verdant trees
within its leaves!
the telltale call
and flirt of tail
in the plain
touches the pair
to bless my
a perfect day in Tucson Arizona!
A cardinal sings-
Its own melody drags it down, preventing flight
A bass filled tune that echoes in a cage of bone
Every day it cries
A hot spring that reflects its color
Streaming onto the rest of the massive prison
A grey man
Older than the prison, as old as the cardinal
Asks “Why do you cry in your lonesome, tender bird?"
The cardinal sings-
Its own melody deepens its intake of air
With a bass filled tune it says: “Because I am alone."
You are a leader ship
how I know this?
cause I'm a leader ship too
I can see the sinuous fibre of your very being
take a look
I bet you can see it too
we are borne of the earth and the stars
borne in the wind
there are four cardinal directions, N E S W, do not forget about the intermediary
be an intermediary ~ who wants to be a cardinal?
we need our leader ships following their own true north
2D - 3D -- 4D --- 5D ---------------------------- >
following the wormholes ... the aether
following certain signs and symbols
trust in divine feminine ... .. . .. ... masculine divine in trust
trust in masculine divine ... .. . .. ... divine feminine in trust
" 'It's all this!' He wrapped his finger in his fist; the car hugged the line straight and true." ~ Kerouac
Ship builders choose their timber mindfully
Be mindful with your archetypes, Noah!
Finished and published in Whitehorse ... but always in process ... stories are kinematic
White cardinal glows,
soaring through an overcast sky,
a white lily within the gray clouds,
a white rose in a garden of red.
Scarlet streaks still stain the
coat of white cardinal,
the red smeared like paint on the
white canvas from delicate fingers.
Solace found in winter's breath,
white cardinal's wings beat
to the sound of snowflakes
melting on tree branches.
White cardinal shines silently,
sitting on the branch; a white rose
symbolizing the purity of new souls
and the innocence of a fresh new blanket of snow.
So forth went the cardinal,
who from her tree perch had wondered
why her colors were of the earth
and not the magnificent sunset.
Others around her had bore
the brilliant crimson, yet she’d remained
as she had always been:
dull as the branches of home.
Thus went the cardinal,
who in the limitless sky soon discovered:
the music that beckoned her forward
was eternally blind.
A cardinal in full regalia
Splashed down like the last drop of blood
From an anaemic sky.
He preened diffidently,
Drinking from a melting boot print
Left in the snow,
Before shooting up
Like a dart
Past my window.
He made me blush.