Something is happening
Something is always happening
But this time the feeling is
all of those pieces clicking into place
All of the circles that we have walked
can bee seen
the pattern that we
are weaving can be seen
the pattern of stories
we are weaving into

we can see
the way of internal eternal happiness
unplugged from the grid lines
free to express itself
lights the world

this way feeds
and heats and
treats equally

we are all in this life together
we all breath this air together
the wind and sun and soil
and truth and fear and dreams
touch all of us
as we touch them

so glad to be
and glad to be here
with you


so you know

So it began

We met before I believed

You valued me before I knew i had any

It was the scariest thing because

now with you

i had something to loose



No room to breathe

afraid you would start to realize your mistake

to open you would fall into my black hole

in silence you would never know what you mean to me


So I created the middle path of the razor that cut me into a thousand new pieces

spilling out into a thousand directions.

No truth no lies

Noting but a shifting storm of memories

Falling into a valley of hopes

Not knowing even myself



a cloud of possibility

I began to forget the past

loosing grip of the future

Sometimes dust

Sometimes a gruesome blizzard of being

Sometimes the ecstasy of freedom

I tried to smile

to hide the blood that I was breathing

in me newly alive

for the first time


hiding no longer

Now a cloud

I am the winds child

I see the world and travel freely


Sometimes sitting so you can see me

near the earth

as the sun falls over the edge

turning pink so you know

how much you mean to me


jp 2013!