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A Hole in the Wall

Sheep watch with curiosity ready

for flight should you become dangerous

Talk soft like you place your boots

hoping there’s no bog below to seep in

Green is green

Ocean’s wild

You’re an actor in this epic scene

You alone with your whispers and wonder

Lean into stone window for faerie views

No one but painted sheep to question you

Pausing for Breath

Sit on that bench awhile

Look up at that sky

Listen to the birds call

Imagine what they talk about

Early one morning when you’re feeling glad

Grateful just to be still around

Lace up your boots and start walking

Up around the corner

Climb some hill

Take that stick waiting

There among the ferns

Grip it like a sheep herder

Like some old woman or man

Yes, keep on moving

But pause for breath too

There is time enough for everything

If you value the precious in you

Purposeful Purposeless

Go to the beach. Go to the part where nobody lingers. The heron is watching. Seagulls survey. There’s the smell of saltwater. Seaweed tangled among stones. Fragments of shells. Half crabs. Splinters of sunwashed bone. Hear the song of the waves drifting out drifting in. Redwinged Blackbird calls from undercover of wild roses.

Driftwood messengers

Heartbeat rhythm on the wind

Shifts of time

Sky Faces

You can’t depend on their presence

You cannot summon them with command

Sky faces drift on a time outside of time

They carry messages from places of knowing

Just out of grasp

Speaking a language you’ve yet to learn

Obscured from sight by light step dancers

Sky faces are playful tricksters

They swoop in close

Breath sweet spearmint and clover

On silent wings they glide low and high

Leave you wanting

Promising—-

In time, maybe when you’re older

On some still early morning mist rising

As a new sun spreads life to shivered earth

Sky faces will linger, sip of your offering

Whisper words in the language of your heart

Sky Talk

Study the language

What is the first line

When did your understanding begin

How many questions have you asked

Why not

Who are you now

Who were you before

What is the one purpose to which you aspire

The sky delivers notes on a messenger bird

Check your pockets

You may imagine you need a translator

You need only be still

Be

What is the message

What does a sky know anyway

More than I

More than you

A dimensional traveller

A seer

A curator of acts

A promulgator of fate

A harbinger

A collage of beauty and debris

A curtain of velvet and chain

A theatre of death metal and symphony

A canvas for reverence and horror

A chameleon of change and stasis

A prophet of mysterium tremendum

Whose eyes witness this same sky

What message do you send

When you believe no one sees

But the eyes of your intention

What is your métier

Today is the matter

Tomorrow you may know better

Forever soars with tireless wings