Comfortable in the dark waste of twisted roots, life broke the hardpan forcing me to surface. The morning light blinded, a deafening sound of birds.

Suffer the windswept ocean, the cold air and crested waves on this patch of green. An aquifer of imagination lies underground in pools, rising through

When injuries of deception corrupt the well, orchards shrivel, and predators roam the streets. Warm a cup of silence on the fires of sacrifice; empty

Rain falls, layer upon layer, soaking the spring earth with wet desire. She lies waiting in her dark encampment, for roots to sing, her womb

Why go on sleeping when the sun breaks out of night jail? Light thunders, planets and stars disappear; the Earth wrapped in blue. Prophets of

Great beasts devour the nourishment where thought is born on rivers of darkness. Warriors of the slender arrow thrive there in beauty, and refuse the

After the storms pass and the hungry ones are driven from their feed, the humble will wait in the calm sloughs of spring beauty. There

Don’t mistake the rain soaked valley with hard paved streets, people entranced by things. Below the cracked sidewalks roadside trees push out their roots, thickening,

It won’t take long to remove the broken, clean the streets and fill the sidewalks with carefree shoppers. We can go about our business dressed

The other world signals with blankets of snow, quieting the noise in moments of peace. Not to be outdone cars roar back to life and

Iron morning, steel gray skies, crows on the rooftops. I’m not seeking, only waiting, pressed under winter’s hand. I eat and drink with silent armies,

Morning under clouded skies, the longest night passed in the slow turn toward brighter days. Aldebaran leads Orion through the winter arc as I pursue

The tangle of roots in mud and clay hold the impossible height swaying above the rooftops. I burrow down in what’s left of imagination, clawing

Quietly he gathers attention to the still point within, a candle flame brightening the inner sanctuary where life force pulses. His roots of awareness drink

After the burden of travel I return to the evergreen valley with winter light along the rim. Without wonder the soul becomes weary, needing the