I’ve wondered always,
If I follow life, or if
My life follows me

The wind travels through me, it sees my wishing well
The trees grasp the meaning of my broad imagination
The enormous land and seas are still, and always there
So they lovingly taught me the meaning of patience

The silly butterfly;
Before it born, thought it died.

My mind like octopus tenticles
Reaching for the depths of the ocean
And the air above the crashing waves
Wriggling, bringing me to the places I wish to be

Counting the beautiful things as I walk
Seeing what nature has done to the world without our help
What the world could have done if we had never came here
To destroy what it is capable of
Oh earth, I am sorry I’m one of them

Taste what you should in the air
Which is beauty without anything to hold
Without anything to see
Taste and feel
What is there but not in sight

Plaid thoughts.
Criss-crossing, over-lapping.
I’m stuck, what should I do?
Stuck in my plaid thoughts…