Where The Wind Blows

There is a land where the wind blows furiously
you can see the sea & ocean at the same time
where you can disconnected yourself  from
time itself & let peace be one within your-
self
the wind is so forceful that you cant here your
hear your own thoughts & you can find yourself
with thee Creator where slip is bring into
being there-in
sometimes I let my awareness go there to this
moment of separation , sensation & submission
where I tread with thee Creator where I become one
with him where my dream become one through the
Ceator


J F P II
9/6/16

I woke one morn crawled out
my ever humble place of rest I
set out into a new land
it still looked green but the
air had undergone a vicious
transformation all around me the
color of green was encrusted in
white with a crunch under my
bare feet it felt good at first
but I soon began to quiver
or the land was born
once more frost was now
fall was bloom in the air

J F P II
9/12/16As

One evening two hours before
dusk I found myself in deep thought
my feet took me farther then I had
anticipated I lost all concept of time
time seemed irrelevant as my
thoughts wondered to & fro suddenly
the sun went down I found myself
deep & dark forest so I sat down
because I realized that being lost
in thought I came to the reality
that I wound in the dark and lost
every sound of night every snap of
a branch brought about a apprehension
with as it was the sound of it I was going to have
a long night for I in forest deep & dark

What summer brings heat and with
the heat draws us to the water
its calling is strong as we come
onto the water we cross the sands of
summer
where we run, play,
sun bathe & let it flows through
over toes through hand and cover our
bodies, we build sculptures in sand
summer sand is fun in the sun
summer sands bring us joy
& fun so with the heat of
summer come along seek the sands of summer
enjoy therein

Has winter turns to days of
spring the air changes it begin
with a fresh As well as brightness
colors I awaken in us renewed
hope for our dreamy existence of
winter, a smell of spring rain
washes away the confines of our
winter blues when in a new
day dawn refreshed and cleansed
of what dreariness excited
bring with new breath of rebirth
of beauty & wonderment all around
us we are often moved to varying
returns of happiness
joy and new vigor a cleansing
of our souls as well

Winter Storm Rider

As a young and older man I would go
up into the hills in the winter
time to watch the squalls roll
through I would be mesmerized
by the force of the squall as it
rolled by the bay in winter as
I would become immersed in its beauty
as it flowed around me
I could be mesmerized throughout
periods of time enjoying the force
as it went through the sheer beauty
so moved me to wonderment that earth
would vanish of the power of the
Creator would be flowing through
me there was a serene peace
where the outside world disappeared
hence a Storm rider came into being
the secure in peace

Winter Storm Rider

As a young and older man I would go
up into the hills in the winter
time to watch the squalls roll
through I would be mesmerized
by the force of the squall as it
rolled by the bay in winter as
I would become immersed in its beauty
as it flowed around me
I could be mesmerized throughout
periods of time enjoying the force
as it went through the sheer beauty
so moved me to wonderment that earth
would vanish of the power of the
Creator would be flowing through
me there was a serene peace
where the outside world disappeared
hence a Storm rider came into being
the secure in peace