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Sun breaks over the lake
Waking me from my dreams.

Haze thick upon the water
Silent, surreal, calming, serene.

Hard to explain,
waking up alone in nature.

When I was younger, I wanted friends all around.

Bright lights, big cities,
laughter and music abound.

But now I take things slower,
moments not needing to share.

A misty morning sunrise,
Coffee in a kettle,
wood smoke in the air.

Just me and my memories,
moments without a care.

I know I can't stay,
soon I'll have to pack up and leave.

But right here, right now,
It's just God, Nature, and Me.
Learning to be comfortable all alone
with nothing but your thoughts is a hard lesson to learn.
I love my family and friends but it's great to get away from everyone
and everything sometimes.
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Seeds of habit grow,
Softly sown, their roots take hold,
Chains hard to unbind.
Skies darken as blue fades,
clouds burst in happiness,
a cascade of drops,
soaking earth,
a rosary of shimmering beads,
crystal droplets dance in puddles,
peering through glass windows,
tapping on roof tops that slant,
on thatched homes that drip,
on twigs and branches,
on ruby tangerine roses and sunny marigolds,
settling in scarlet and auburn crevices,
on emerald leaves and blades of satin green grass,
glistening like drops of morning dew,
and in the midst of the gentle splash of the rain,
there you are —
it is always raining you
Old poem.
This world grows in me—
stone and root,
water bending like sorrow—
the river rises,
catching smooth stones,
carrying all that has been broken.

She spills—
cunning as a courtesan,
her movements deliberate—
a quiet confidence in every curve,
never losing herself.

Her hands shape the world she touches—
soft enough to cradle,
brave enough to let go.

The mountain pauses—
a quiet thinker.
Each step is careful,
his resolve etched in stone,
teaching me to belong—
to stand firm.
Even when the wind cuts,
even when the world
shivers beneath me.

And the forest—
ancestral,
speaks of skies torn apart,
alive with things
I’ve never seen before—
its roots speak softly,
a quiet inheritance of strength.
It whispers of lives lived long gone—
a story written in every leaf,
a hand outstretched
from every branch,
reminding me—

I am their breath,
their silence, their strength—
through stone and root,
water and sky,
this world grows within me—

I am not alone—
none of us are.
The river is my mother,
the mountain is my father,
the ancestral forest, my grandparents...
and I, their breath.
In the afternoon
Below a grey blue sky
I hear the chatter
Of the magpies.
And they talk in bird talk
In words unknown to me
As they bob their little heads
By the amaltas tree.
Glad I am to hear them
I listen carefully
Happy to be in their -
wondrous company
We've all gone crazy lately.
I don't wear a tie or cut my hair.
I smoked some hash and lost my
mind a little bit. Save me from
a world I don't recognize anymore.
I dress like a clown and eat drugs
to keep me up and down and level.
Friends are straight or hippies each
seeking their very own Nirvana.
I walk a tightrope above madness.
Black lightening
In
Reverse,
Not a leaf to be seen,
Stars glistening
In-between

Holding steady,
Wind
Is
Wild,
Shadows dance
With the
Flowing
Grass.
the window shut.
the clock had stopped at 9 a.m.
the door left open.

now, you've come to haunt me.

I hear you, an old song,
and when I turn around to see
who was behind me
your eyes flicker like a distant star.

shining gray, brittle and blue eyes
as blue as the cobalt night,
and your smile sets the night
on fire.

I had held you in my arms for too long,
too long ago.
you, a denim ribbon tied into a bow.
me, the dreamer of what might be.

the elusive love,
I had put a rose on that certain box,
the day you walked out. so

every ending is a beginning
and when I m down by the river,
when on the green grass
the dew gleams,
I ll say I love you,

but for now,

you look great.
I'm glad to see you are happy.

(and so I'll see you in distant stars.
I'll hear in an old song)

and so,
I'll just say goodbye.
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