spring snows
winter's final throes
fall like feathers
quietly

soft and white
drift from the sky
heaven is a cherry tree

I have come untethered
like a feather
in the sky

I cannot stay forever
but wherever
will I fly?

the rivers
come together

where the heavens
meet the sea

at the mercy of the weather
for one moment
I am free

your soul
is like a vine    
that has                  
twisted                        
itself            
  around
                my heart
                               so many times            
that I can't even
        say how I feel                                    
   anymore                                
and even if            
        I could express
                   my feelings    
       in one
cogent
form      
I have to      
     ask myself
                     what kind of fruit      
                            this union would bring forth

all this joy
and all this pain
all the things we think and see
all this hope and
all this love

vibrations and energy

all this madness and confusion
written by some inner hand
we have woven this illusion
all that we can understand

what if we could see beyond
what our perception is concealing?

Earth is moving
time is a dimension
color is a feeling

what if we could move beyond
all the things we think and see?
what would happen to our souls
if we could know
reality?

I dream about
the future
but I'm
only a wave
in an ocean of time

we do not know
the sky but
we are
one island in
an ocean of stars

If someone saw in four dimensions
I wonder what they would see
And if they looked at us
Would they see not one person
But a tree

With all our lives laid out together
Branching back mother to mother
Back to when we became humans
Where our branch joins with the others

Would they see not just our timeline
But those of the molecules
Which branching back away from us
Return to plants and animals

And if they looked far back enough
Would they see us all join as one
Woven upon the helix Earth
Which wraps around the spiral Sun

Each turn of phrase a branch, each rhyme a spark
And still the fire burns out of control
For centuries it's raged into the dark
To cast the monstrous shadow of our soul

Of heroes we still follow to this day
And villains we are still afraid to name
No river, no ocean could wash away
The visions we have seen among the flames

What if all you see is a
Projection of your mind?
I am just a part of you
Like all of humankind

When you see your enemy
What path do they follow?
How far will you go from the light
To chase your own shadow?

we cannot separate being from seeming
we could be seeing things
we could be dreaming

what small percent of this can we perceive?
we cannot know
we can only believe

the truth is everywhere
dark as the night
our minds overflow
with visions of light

how much do we see?
how much do we make?
how sure can you be
that you are awake?

if I could reach out
through the veil
of illusion
could I describe
what I had touched?

One by one
I will pull out every thorn
One by one by one

Row on row
I weave them into armor
Row on row on row

hurting yourself
will not help
anyone else

I used to look at others
wishing that I could
be more like them

not knowing that
inside their minds
they also stood apart

I used to ask the others
for permission
to accept myself

not knowing that
I was the rightful ruler
of my heart