Waves come to greet me like curious dogs inspecting a new person, testing for good or bad.

Tentative yet friendly, playful and carefree, omnipotent and elevated with tender edges; touching, sniffing, wary but hopeful.

Hopeful that there is a place for the inevitable.

Hopeful that they will be cared for; perpetuated even knowing that it is the breath of the universe.

Vast and whole, powerful and massive; while gently and meekly ever dissipating.

But not ending, feeding itself and sustaining the ebb.

Flowing like a mane of lava, brushed and rippled by a cold October wind; carrying the scents of galaxies past, and of future stars.

Nudging, licking, smiling; a loving way for fearful and weary travelers.

Puddles of rain form gelatin-like amoebas on a shiny black rail.
Waiting to be windswept and float off to another landing place.

Unmoved by vociferous bluejays, hypersensitive and affected by mounds of coffee and glucose; their rushing with urgent energy to be heard and to speak truths unfounded and non-sensical.

All still beyond a longing for certainty; quiet in the flow of illusion that roils incessantly yet uncontrolled and preordained.

Tears of joy to soothe a parched sphere; and we begin again…

Dark draped and pliant as ink; resting on the pinpricks of stars and their steel pins.
Wrapping  and bundling us in a pose of obstinance and theory; still alive but inert with the weight of nothingness.

Seeking and pulling into a container of black soup, the strength of fear was no match for sharing.
Once, a race began to meet on the other side of spatial creation; opposite but circling like sexed schoolmates on a crisp autumn day.

Time as full as galaxies and their grandchildren, never slowing to consummate a dream.
Air still beatable, vapor fogging the porthole of eternity to leave only a thought. Many thoughts in lineup, creating a community of ideas and filling the vessel with voice.

Moving, transcended outside into the film, looking back to the throng; mightily laughing at the joy of one.
Gulping stars like candy and dust from the crest of curling waves; removing the glue and melting into an orb of amniotic stew.

Knowing one, being one, as one.

I can sleep on my pillow of love and eternal travel.

A sunlit path opens to a sparkling patio of popping fairies, illuminating their joy to a slumbering neighborhood.

Heaves of breath rise up and in, running at a cadence beyond control; wrapping my soul in a velvety embrace of soothing mystery.

Inviting our neutrality to dance and mingle away the feelings of billions of other; observe, come, join and smile.

Let our beings meld and take wonder of the ultimate lungs; breathing and exhaling and evermore following a journey of creation.

Not capricious on a cliffs edge, rather a surge of incessant freedom in the sea before us.

This is all still yet turbulent, our fantasy of fulfillment; and now we join to bring a portrait home for keeping.

Swim, hop and delight; we are one.

There were rough seas filled with flower petal edges of turbulence and razor prawns,
waiting to open up a tumbling soul.

Only to let go of the need to understand, an optimum trajectory of will leaped into the broth and brought relief and ultimate indifference to the cutting possibility; rather a soothing shudder of calm and blissful undulation.

Yes, thanks, yes is the response! Immersed but floating in the sway of comfort and grace. Yes!

Stand-alone peace, chilling on a favorite dune with fantasies of the abundance of succulent morsels; shared with friends and loved ones. All of us forgetting any of the beat of time, reveling in enough; no where to go and eons of travel to get there.

Warm waves unraveled sheaths of golden fleece to meet the blue/pink wash of clouds and sky; revealing a tapestry of imagination that is endless upon endless dreams.

No where to go and eons of travel to get there…