Only the open sky
Could take my wings
Mold them into essences of purity

I was forged within
Rapid rivers of forsaken modesty
Left alone and sore below
Because my insecurities undressed me
And bedded me savagely
Before the watchful eye of the moon
The minds glowing aphrodisiac

As feathered hate falls from blackened flight
A finger is raised in denial of sunlight
A symbol of woebegone sensuality

Make my eyes shed again,
so that I can write.

A light walks slowly across the horizon.
It steps on the ground and dances with the earth.
While it sings unboundedly,
It brightens up the sky.
It comes close to you and throws its light.
At that moment, your soul becomes bright.

Light the darkness;
However deep the darkness is,
However endless the darkness is,
The light is never too small.
Your light is sufficient to light that place.

A light comes slowly across from the horizon.
A boat sways with the waves.
A melody sings cheerfully.
A flower of stars shines bright.
The light comes close to you and throws its light.
At that moment, your soul becomes bright.

Light the darkness;
However deep the darkness is,
However endless the darkness is,
The light is never too small.
Your light is sufficient to light that place.

Allow the spontaneity of the idea to carry your hands, your fingers, upon keyboard, across canvas, dashing on paper.

Don't fear it's arrival, but leap when it does, strike whilst it gets you and keep it within the heart of the soul.

Let it take you down wondrous  ventures of originality and great voyagers of emancipated art.

Oh, it falls from the sky and explodes in the mind. It's intangible and nobody has ever seen it, but by god have they felt it.

Now never let it linger, never  let the flame fall to embers. go whilst the glorious fire burns inside you and amaze yourself at your spectacular projections, as they leap out before you.

None know when it comes, but lord behold when it does. It will take you the pits of your anguish and illuminate the rainbows of your joy; unfolding  before you see the magic of the mind, sparkling in the beauty of your work.

Night and fog
setting in-unsettling
now that the rain has stopped

the live oak in the dark
creaks under the weight
of dying limbs

mean high tide
at three a.m.
means no ghosts will walk
ashore

U-227 lies on the bottom
not too far out from here
where she went down
in the nacht und nebel
while the live oak creaked
and the ocean roared.

r ~ 8/10/14