When…..
Snow globe moon is here.
Christmas is near.
It’s that special time again.
Cold weather, coziness.
Cinnamon scent fills the air.
Lights everywhere……
Let it come trough.
Let it be Christmas in our hearts
too.



Shell ✨🐚

i feel so held in the cradle of the canyon
the dips in the earth
the way she swells and wants my eyes to know it
the way she bathes my breath
in tiny ice crystals
as i stare
frosty-eyed, at her
dusted in snow

it all is a caress -
soft as sheets
floating, fluttering, onto skin
as lover makes the bed around you

her voice softens
to a whisper of pine needles in wind
as cold dampens, assuages, sound
every cell is called to calm
drawn to a hush
i think i can close my eyes and rest here
i think i can open my ribcage to more breath

sweet and crisp inspiration
hushed sip
i think i can soften into the blankets laid out for me under these trees
a sensational winter picnic
a cordial invitation
from earth and saraswati

The green pad will fade.
And the pad will fade.
Nothing will remain, but
the sand and small stones.

Found and lost.
Lost and found.
More profound,
deeper still;

Mind, mind has
mountains. Lost
valleys, eternal
wanderings.

Sometimes the skies aren't bright,
And things seem not alright,
The misalignment of the stars,
And success held behind bars;

Then the sun shines again,
And we're not reminded of our pain,
Glory to the heavens!
For the renewal of the seasons!

Today I went to the beach
to hear the rolling ocean
and the irksome cries of gulls
as they flew in circular motion
not sure why I went
it was just a peculiar notion

striking unexpectedly
taken out of oneself
spun around giddily
held upside down
shaken until empty.