I like it
when the world is
calm

stable,
as nature is

with direction and purpose
no confusion
in the air

I Said,
I am in charge of my reality
a painter
of circumstance
drawing inspiration
from
the
lord above

always looking forward
only to assess
our next steps
the dying
disintegrating
demons
of the past
could never catch
the angel
of progress

Stand firm in your connection
to what's divine
close your eyes fully
to the flesh

let's step in time
to subliminal reality
casting out darkness
as soon as it
surfaces

I will find rhythm
in consciousness
and wisdom
in the present

wherever it leads
my heart will stay strong
not pure,
nor healthy
though still,
alive

a seed fallen from the sun
takes root in darkness
and blossoms
into light

Don't let other people's
ideas
pollute your,
experience

Armageddon,
friend
why it's
here

fall

as

a

teardrop

into the essence
of rising
freedom

orange morning light
and snow-flake ash

the taste of burnt manzanita    

fire to the north,
fire to the south
a valley enclosed
in uncertainty

apocalyptic sun
blotted out by
smoke,
a color just as beautiful
as it is eery

The light burns,
though it’s something
we all must face

There's no place on earth,
more peaceful than
the redwoods