a mighty emblem
of eternal love
and infinite wisdom
such as yourself
is born perfectly
and endlessly worthy
of the deepest regard

try to capture a shooting star
with all of its glorious radiance
as it cascades through the epoch
of its own demise
a daunting and elusive task
it helps to remember
we're all burning embers
tumbling down from the sky

Explore more
wander more
wonder more.
All we ever do is wish for more.

Will we ever feel we have enough
when you're the abundance you adore?

You need nothing.
Never more.

Life is
a fantastically dramatic
roller coaster
in a dream.
Where all of the thrills
and feared centrifuges
are only in our minds.

Laying awake trying to save
the fleeting dream of rolling hills
thin as paper.
The braille script.
The glimpse of unrealized patterns.
Mound dotted terrain
of empty realization.
Flying above trying to remember
the feeling, the speed, the relation.
Through the eyes of a bird
flying forever
over lands unknown to man.
The alarms of evolution
ring me alert
as if I were falling.
The scent of evaporation
filling my sedation
as I try my best
to slip back into the murmur.
The comfortable notion when I was dreaming.
Floating above those foreign land
of breathless barren beauty.
The rolling hills.
I miss the feeling.
I always knew I had.

the purple and pinks
of a departing sun
the rolling picturesque
clouds of a pastel canvas
poise a tranquil brilliance
accentuating and overlaying
a patiently waiting
velvety underlay
of twilight
nightly

Given a stone
I'll begin a mountain.
For mountains form in the eddies
of this wavering world.