She walks among the trees
in beauty     with grace.
Moving with voice
to make the wind
and leaves
dance.
She whispers into ears blessed
by her blanket of sound.

She is love inside natures landscape.
Golden yellow shadows in pond.
yellow rays that move from sun.
Golden voice echoing to cause birds to listen.

Se ta nahm Ja Se Tanahm Ja Hanuman
balances on strings that vibrate divinely.

She is a traveling musician
A gift on a day from Mistress Moon.
The moon that always shines
to open hearts.

Somewhere In California

Woke up,
somewhere in California,
at a beautiful girl’s house,
a good morning,

with tempe and eggs,
espresso for sure,
a whole meal homemade,
no SPAM no Ma’am just blessings yes Sir,

somewhere,
in California,
Kirtan and gangsta music,
a future of livid linguistics,

I make a poem from these thoughts,
which come from these experiences,
a California Native born,
into a surreal existential existence,

conceived in Hollywood,
which makes everything feel like a movie,
or a Reality Show at least,
battled through this War of World’s in order to have Universal Peace,

see I’ll take a life before I make one,
I guess that makes me an Environmentalist,
people move their mouths making my name appear in the air,
I guess that makes me a Ventriloquist,

how real is this?

Waking up,
somewhere in California,
at a beautiful girl’s house,
a good morning,

with tempe and eggs,
espresso for sure,
a whole meal homemade,
no SPAM no Ma’am just blessings yes Sir…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆

from '777' the new book by best selling poet A. Lux
available worldwide here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1548700746