Why do I care what you think
or how you feel about what I say or do?
Should I, especially at my age?
But is not interaction itself the mutual influencing of behavior?
So when I speak to you and you to me
we are changing each other
just as the morning breeze bends the young Chinese Tallows
shaking each spring leaf as if to say, “Wake up tree, its time to grow!”
and the Tallow whispers, "Blow winds blow."
Caring just means I am human
and in spite of everything
I am glad about that.

Feeling in-between
The seasons
Winter and spring
With the melt,
Your heart
Sings, frozen embers
Fade to cinders,
Please remember...
"I can't."
It's still winter,
"No, it's not."
Spring has been here too,
Not inside this
Reality,
As soon as
It starts to
Thaw,
The freeze
Comes back
To welcome
Winter
After the fall.

, And you'll never know her heart break.

Capture the flight of feather flow
On lifting swells of waves, high and slow
Soar over an ocean of freckle dancing foam
carried free, over land and sea, as I roam

Under cotton bleached clouds, moisture dry
The sun leads the way, across a lapis blue sky
Soaring on silent, soft feather flight
I glide through the hours, day into night

Watching as the planet turns below me
I can see electric lights spark up brightly
As cities become awake in the darkening gloom
Unaware of my continuing speeding zoom

I am caught up in an orbital ring
Kissing the moon as I pass, my wings sing
Lighting up stars against the universal black
I laugh, as I continue along the Angel track

Roots of a deeper life
intertwined within this heart of mine
and so the tree grows
watered with wisdom
nourished through love
veins pulsing with the richness
of the vibrancy of life
and together the leaves become
collected in the waves of stillness
as branches untangle and extend
to reach the light of heaven
where the flowers will bloom