Today my walking seemed steady enough.
Considering the truth of flash, it's amazing that anything
can stand.

Sky and Earth flashing in and out of existence
faster than the speed of light makes any concrete
"here and now" truly a miracle.

My mouth and breath are locked and unlocked this way.
The list is never ending. Time and no time together.

When I placed the dog dish of food on the kitchen floor...
Miracle of miracles!

The food remained quite nutritious, stayed in the dish,
my dog regarded me with love; nothing fell into empty space.

Even now as I write, though multiple languages
and non-languages from many lifetimes
come and go, I still can show up, here.

Singing the praises of flash!
Do you hear?

What of this I, this you, who senses
all things everywhere.

All across the world
may our Human Family
wake up.

May All Hearts Heal.

Freshness naturally flower.
Presence abound.

May we heal from the inside.

And Death no longer touch us.

Amen.

would that each one of us--
blossom

truly feel
the pain of our shutness

our lived lies
our hiding

o loving heart
with your spirit turned
toward the sunshine

on this day
help us to blossom

we thank you

every being of creation is queen and king

with crowns everlasting
not given not taken away

crown-lit from head to toe
fin to fin wing to wing
however a being is composed

every inch every ounce
sphere spinning geometries

golden sovereignties
of many name

sun star god true power
earth air water heart

shine on

sunset streamed stark images
i emerged from the lowly bridge

traversed veins of a leaf
treading them all along
one two just so

at the left of me
clouds had been sliced in two
i sandwiched my way

if you see a real busy line
O well go stand at it

when you get ticket
meet yourself first time
ask questions

voice answers
are friends

all voices
pals like that

the air it felt like water it felt like sand it felt like hallelujah

cloud and cloud and you and you going by yourself

you running to a future
remembering a past

free falling
falling upward

do you sense a shift

corner turn
wind bring

mary poppins
from north ancestral lands

sky-blue signals
perfect blue

blue of whale

blue in the eyes of the newborn

blue of the revolution

this morning
half moon
over the mountain
south of the peak

three clouds
thinning to two

over sedona red rock
one o so tiny cloud
has near disappeared

to blue signals