Will of life's wind howls, I can only hear it whisper,
"walk on water, your water", rain waves crash as strides
lengthen to break them, one footfall follows another,
meeting Earth first, muddied, still serving abundance.

Finally agua relenting, releases her captive, who walks
on grasses, as trees abound less, pace and mind slows,
Sun seeps through cloud, opening eyes, psyche, wider,
I begin to cross the moat, climb the walls, enter window.

Inner-sanctum breached, stroll brings me to castle's keep,
emotion deep, sunshine on leaf swaying catches sight,
raindrop forming, in love's eye, joy, sadness, falls,
is let go, life's ebb flows, echoing hearts abundant.

A lone tear's story is seldom told, I'll never let it go.

Your living was a gift.
Your life taken shows us
All how we're not being.
Taking our own lives,
In effect, by not doing
All we can.
You may be dead, yet,
Still, you give us insight,
That we're not fully alive.
May your memory be
A constant reminder of
What we lose when
We fail to be,
That being everything.

Cops asked an African man,
In N.Y.C., "show us I.D."?
He reaches for his wallet,
Before he can even pull it out
His body's riddled with 20 bullets,
The cops reload, shoot him with 20 more,
Making sure he couldn't live to tell.

Walking the path Spirit laid bare,

Desert meeting rainbows raining down,

flowing as rivers to Ancestor's Wall,

I felt more fully my 4 day fast's

Vision's tasks before me,



To Sing and Dance with Them

through the night of my chrysalis,

and in the morn', maybe, butterfly,

with their guidance, into rebirth,

Sundance, Great Spirit.

Flying astrally

through the Universe,

filled with astronomical

violence happening nonviolently,



it's inconceivable to not know

serenity is, as beauty serenades

eyes that would it see,

un-beckoning unto Thee.

Real nurses fight too

early opening, no CDC

rules followed, too.

The rain welcomed me, as it was
I am to be this gray day.
Unending unraveling, seemingly,
corona's as the concrete, grey.

My roots always reaching
the rich brown Earth beneath,
strengthen my stride,

as walking through it am I.
To where or what I do not know,
for, discovery of life is stalking.
Yet, I'll be in the moment so,
if and when I can I will fly.

In each day I pray to be that I,
what, where, how, when,
who and sometimes why.
For, uplifting life isn't a task.

So, though the Sun's light is masked,
this night that's the virus' day won't last.
As it's direction, clear and bright,
does glean through the clouded
cover of covid's night.

Still, this walk that's walking me,
is what reality is to be.
And while these flaming embers glow,
I'll walk this path with life so....

Yet, to you I do entreat,
if and when you two meet,
will you allow for the you to be,
and not recede from reality.

So, that to this day all that have gone,
leaving you this to carry on,
will have their potential realized as well,
let evolution be the bell.

Torch scorched, bell cracked,

Knell snatched, now uplifted,

Her light, hope, still shines.