Blue wide skies—
Coconuts sway. I love you.
Date palms whisper.
Tambourine woman calls
& the man with his guitar answers.

A man, ****** on re~efer
wags to the rhythm—
“Play the chord!”
He strums.
She sings.
Her soprano rises,
blending into his melody.

Clouds drift overhead—
soft cumulus fluff
woven with more dense
stratocumulus threads
making my day
a tapestry of moods.
Unpredictable!

Early afternoon:
Sunlight diffuses thru the Clouds
casting a tender & soft
balanced tone
across the land—
harsh shadows softened
edges blurred.

The sky hums
of calm before (or after) a storm—
a melancholic euphoria
bittersweet & Quite
like finding a quiet anime site
in the chaos of a natural world.

The sound—
like LSD on a warm breeze.
Euphoria hums in harmony
under the wide blue sky
of South Asia.

I unfold in adoration of clouds leaves wild flowers  bees
thoughts pass like the shadows of birds
everything gets illuminated revealing a core
the world gets deeper than one thought

have you ever drank a river?
stretched your lips over it's banks
and ****** everything —
the fishes,
the canoes,
and the boots
that sunk 5 years ago.

I am so thirsty that if I could stretch my mouth
around this planet
and crunch the glaciers,
swallow the oceans,
and breathe in the clouds —

It would not still be enough.

But see what nature did.
It gave me a small mouth
and a mind that believes
that a cupful
is enough.

Woke within a dream,
amidst dense forest.

a tree stood,
older than time,
casting its shadow.

a touch of it,
showed all it had lived—
bloodied sword clash,
clouds that wept for years,
flora it wore,
wildflowers it shielded,
the warmth it once kissed.

yet it stood still.
as I faded,
back into the dream.

Nature's power runs raw,
Heat and sweat saturates the skin,
Heart heaves, muscles cramp,
A rapid beat fills my ears, drowning out the world.
Dust and sand swirl,
Cracks and snaps scream through the air.
Trees crash, falling left and right-
A storm rages in the Outback.
Push further and further,
Help me, just help me escape.
The wind howls like a hungry beast,
Tearing at my skin, threatening to swallow me whole.
I am no more than a whisper in its fury.
The ground trembles under my feet,
Shifting as though the world itself is alive,
Swallowing everything in its path,
I am but a droplet, lost in its jaws.
It doesn't care.
It moves, crushes, it devours,
I've been caught up in its endless rage.
A leaf lost in a violent flood.

Meet me at
the sun polished Crater Lake.
In such lavish light,
the fir, pine and hemlock,
are warmly baked.
Woozy trees, drunk on the beauty.
Inebriated with a
moment of the stolen still.
These stoic bark creatures flaunt
pristine emerald and jade frill.
The long desired water
possess's the purest hue.
The deep cobalt blue,
lazily yet hypnotically,
extends an invitation to you.
The lake's shimmered secrets
hold the most ancient truths.
The charcoal mountainous flank
boast's of thousands of years old.
Stirs a riveting lazy pleasure
in my soul's craters.

Wind glided through the forest ringing like bicycle bells as it blesses the leaves with its presence,
Making a magical sound.
The canopy moves in a synchronised dance
Waving goodbye to the breeze.
There's a harmony and a melody that can never be overlooked.
The woods come together in this special movement creating wonder for those on earth.
The pine trees have practised their rehearsal a lot of times
And the cold wind is their music.
Some pieces of wood that are now painting the forest floor, strewn all over were once giant creatures greeting the sky.
Now they mould into the soil below..
But the circle of life goes on as it often does.
These tree barks are now home to ants and caterpillars and insects and tiny creatures with no home.
Even after a tree's death, it can provide life to many beings.
Little vines creep up over the brown on the forest floor, making sure that the dead tree barks don't feel lonely.
Everything humans do is for themselves.
We give love because we expect love and loneliness is our imperfection.
But nature teaches us that the entire forest is one,
Breathing together, living together, dying together
And even after death, growing together.

A dream I had,
ended in cries.
Couldn't sleep,
as the rooster called,
its morning time.

But there was no way,
I was getting out of bed.
I was comfortable,
with a full blast of air,
as I trembled under sheets.

The dreams were so vivid,
and like this alternative,
vision of days of my past.
But its so cruel
when the dream is fun,
and I wake up to less
of who I was but a mess.

I wake to the thunder,
I used to find so relaxing,
and the smashing of hail stones.

But when you become the storm
and fill yourself with utter chaos,
You forget how relaxing they were.
You are now the chaos they can bring.

I don't wish to wake up this morning,
I need the experience of vivid dreams.
They are focused partly on memories,
when my days were much more lively.