Somewhere in between the no-
longer & the still-
to-come
A young women lingering
up above the world so high
On a snow peak in the sky.

Worshiping the sun;
Not the saint -- come it, what may.

Occult spirit burnin. Whirlwind turning.
Incarnated ego be ripped away,
Wind swirling. Spirit turning.
Shower of sparks
Enclosing brightness in dark.
She is a divinatory
Left by society
dazzling
blooming
heedless
heathen

Her eyes glowing
As ethereal stars subside
  And a lonely moon leisurely climes
into heavenly arena
somnambulantly converging with the zenith
Negating nebulous perspectives  
Incandescently filling the void

Resurrecting the chthonic biome—
Reaching out, with new green shoots – invoke life
from within the molten core—purple with an edging of vermillion—
By sunrise to a full-fledged conflagration
Fledgling millennium into oblivion.
Each night-blooming cereus--the crucifix


Blessed Paradox--
Stillness and Motion;
Drifting throughout the cosmos
In a downward motion .

Coming of age--


In sunshine and in shadow



Near rippling rills, kissing a gentle breeze.
Down below green pasture land,
Oranges go bronze, the reds, maroon,
Wherever a grand koa does not stands,
a leeward streamlets flow.


and No mortal could control enigmatical

Between heavenand earth--
stratum lunacy of vertigo