Discover,
cradle,
nurture,
blossom,
co-exist,
release,
reflect,
W­onder,
dream…

Like a sliding sheath of film, soft, irradescent, miraculously covering my self.

Dreamt up portions of sustenance and well being, the rain welcomed  me as a gentle greeting and cosmic fluidity; splendid with intelligence and mirthful interaction.

The inception lingered with the varying waves of music, tapping and rolling away to begin again.

And why not follow that same predilection for curiosity and discovery of the unknown; wandering aimlessly with precision and amazement.

Stop in a side lot with complete pre-non-existence and feel wildly at home. No where to reach, no where to stretch, everywhere to see and touch and feel.

Taken along as if childlike and never questioning where it was To Be. No other place exists and yet I can imagine them all in sparkling memoirs; dancing, looking, playing, living.

So I’ll move again and be enriched with their story, those that we seek to hear what it is. To ingest a guide to sense their rumble and animation.

Silence is dawning with the borders of the next groove calling for  participation. Rendition, apparition,  bee-bopping to where it was and this place now.

If it pulls then I guess it is good to go.

Beginning the movement, catches my eye amidst dead leaves in perplexing folly yet imagined many times before; in between reality and fantastical imagery conjured from a contemplative journey. Awake!

Riding beside the troupe blowing and skimming with a twirl of gaiety and precision, colorful pinwheels taunting beneath a synchronized sequence bequeathed with unknown passage and certain conclusion.

The wind becomes a partner that carries them like a beige velvet flying carpet, dancing to a silent orchestra intention; meandering to a landing pattern meant to rejuvenate yet another design.

They have no destination which is odd. Somehow they are both aware of the vaporous soup filled with magnificent color and lines and nary a thought about where to go; it musn’t be plied for satisfaction.

The mirth of it all! Acting as if there was control over their trip and showing off in a bodacious manner, the pile snaked and flicked its lightening colored tongue along the gray bespeckled pavement. Reciprocation came while the observant outfitted a seat on a similar trolly, arriving by the far sea of imagination.

We are twisted together and unfurled in a maniacal gavotte of sensuous interpretation, transporting us along a path of wafting field grass and bubble-wrapped white pillows of cloud; static except edgeless.

How can this be? We believed we set on foot for arrival only to chuckle later that we have never manifested an anchor of adhesion; understanding that we are perpetual and stirred with a never-ending abundance of transcendence.

Not farther away, not closer to anticipation. Centered in a profusion of ideas and symbiotic embrace; we are wrapped in cavernous layers of gradient billowing fabric that becomes what we see behind our closed eyes. It is never the same…

Once considered turbulence we now know is a replete carriage of weightless feathering, delivering dreams with unexpected alacrity and reassurance.

Now that theatrical scene before me has relevance and authenticity unto itself and my own participation. My attention has been captured and granted free access whenever desired.

Sister.

She has an electric heart that beams as if a signal fire in the vast valley of lost journey’s and misplaced deeds, always flickering and dancing to a tune that comes from a certain place; melodic and rhythmic from a choral score of exalted angels.

This heart connects she and I and you and he and her and there, beating comfort and joy and possibilities, never drawn to the mirror but upon the brilliant expanse before her in wonder.

Her heart brings a smile of home and peace and unending flow like a stream that trickles though the meadow, seeking and accepting the smoothed and jagged stones with nary a thought.

One heart that feeds many is immense and brimming, chock full of compassion and genuine curiosity; finding ways to top off and to wrap and embrace.

Life-filled heart believes from a voice that is present in every exchange, sharing and moving and making and doing; offering what exists and suggesting what is true.

Magnificent soul touches with precognition that is heard as a lyric of yesteryear and passed on like a bard on the levy; heartfelt.

This heart is cherished with a sense of reverence and love, to be held with grateful hands and craving thirst; slaked as if poured through a cascading vessel of bliss.

Her heart. My heart. The heart of us all.

Sister.

Gray straight rain, no wind, multi-dimension layers of meaning; each strand a voice of information that starts and ends at the same place.

There is initially a tangled array of random movement brought forth with an awareness  of  the cross-dimensional  configuration showing a deep reaching tunnel of bits and pouring of perpendicular abstraction that makes sense only to the unintended.

Each carrying a spark of finality upon touchdown, only to be rudely laughed at by the wizards of universal motion. Bouncing, dancing, splattering to a river of smooth, wet rollicking journey.

Rolling, meandering films of sheen, coating the ground in an endless search for a destination while understanding  that the cycle is perpetual; dancing up to the stars to await another episode of release.

It began with such directed energy of meaning and now succumbs to a humid, vaporized blanket of tranquility causing dropping lines, shunning leaves and streaming rivulets of anticipation; waiting to commune and chortle and mock the dryness that it mottles into one simple palette.

Never ceasing energy mops the residue in a retreating, shimmying, calculated tidal return; undulating shapes and recognition of the same existence being instantly different and we may not realize the illusion before us.

Each moment storing a placeholder in memory of the washing of the earth and our consciousness that flows from story to story; time telling a silent and certain rendition of rivers past that unifies its path with vibrational filaments in a sing-song lilt of joy.