the breeze
carrying the ocean leaves

are born of us.

what is the point in living these lives
we don't believe in?

when there is only
belief.

this is the time
and this is the life
I love you

real clouds
in a real sky
go by

maybe there's nothing to sever
but my will to sever
what can't be severed
until the
Spirit
float
free

hidden pockets

dragonfly humming bird

my life stacked up
because I don't know what else to do with it

dreams and broken forest shells
There are no dreams to be had here

dreams and broken forest wings

ageless victory speeches
victory speaks
words-

lost to the source they were spawned
to tell us of its distance

walk, evening

low quality high quality
stagnant flowing water

Spirit, unimpeded

white horse on the hill
where the sky meets the clouds

Sky

forest beneath the clouds,
spirit sun surrender

tree.

stepping with the clouds

there's the image
and the reality,
cold and dead,
without God

spiral from the lights down
to the floor

what are we trying to do here?
with arms and legs?

dance your own way home

buoyancy

(see-through) spider suspended
halfway down its thread

reading Rumi
eating Cake

expose the dreams
to the myth

dreams
they last the strongest

I've been still
for long enough

on
an
isotonic
submarine
I see
you
falling
through
layers
of the sea

each master is a servant
to love
is freedom without force

spirit. thought. form.

Spirit in a body
given thought
and form

PEOPLE IN MY DREAMS I'VE KNOWN

people in my dreams
I've known you before
and want to tell you
of my dreamworld love for you.

There's something
doesn't shift
in these you few people I've met.

We've shared something
and the depths
go beyond
what we could ever know as people

I guess we must just

let it to the dream

these things

these things
I know
I've been

I could be many
or any
of these things

train windows,
steps
walls trees
and ribbon fan pillars

winter white horses coming towards me on the sea

the southern sun
rides winter white horses
through my sea-stepping soul

they bounder borders
coasting rollers ever towards
their me not destination

shore the sea expanse
reigned
in under, writing leagues
of galloping ever
forwards
nowhere
approaching

winter white horses,
the southern sun.

I do know
don't know
welcome
home

COLOUR SPACE HOME
COMBS
COMES SOFTLY
TAKE YOU
TAKES YOU
DREAMSCAPE DANCING

MOUNTAIN RANGE
MAMMOTH EYE
COMES SWEETLY
LEADS
ME OUT
COMPLETELY
NEATLY

MOUNTAIN RANGE,
COMPLETELY

(COLOUR SPACE DREAMING)
(COLOUR SPACE BEEN SCREAMING)

THE WORLDS COME INTO EFFECT

The world starts to turn/
the world comes into effect

The worlds start to turn/
the worlds come into effect

silver of the moon still there

Nature Sprites

Dawn is turning skies

Dawnscapes. 'The news at dawn.'

quicker than the dawn can heal us

yes, I'm walking, officer

cars, death

superstretches
mist
breath
and ghost paths
intersect
on my morning

panorama of bird songs,
in the trees
and hiding in the clouds

panorama of bird song,
hiding in the trees

words beaten out in steps
of natural music

we've always
been walking;

drums

steps beaten out
in natural rhythm

distant planes in the spring summer sky
look like distant boats,
on the ocean

from above

MID OCEAN SUMMER SKY
BIRDS,
FLY BY

new-born cows
spreading out
across long shadows

sometimes

you have to go away

to come back again

the cracks in your skull
to match those on the wall
and the ceiling creeping
down
on you

We can be
what we can only be
This is life,
divinity

quiet creature
sky boy
lights are on
come home

until my fingers ache
of holding on
I listen
to your music
because it is fucking
excellent

Wake up
to the Koch snowflake
all over the world.

For Matt

Why should we not
laugh
and grow
like leaves
on trees
in forests careening
roots through buds
to blooming
falling
loving
dancing
singing moving,
floating on
and through?

III.

our atoms
are the planets,
go round

II.

in the dark,
writhing with ecstasy
in light rain drops

I.

worlds, side by side
shutter spirit loves,
reside

we are here
to create the experience of life
as an example
to that which we believe

tree,
fragmented and dead
I dream of you full
with life of birds and flowers
I've stripped you
down and prepared you
for all that may come
but that's
not
how
it works

screams of
shouting to me
echoes
of something heard
sunlight streams
birds sing
to skin
and ears
and only to themselves.

This is life
each of us
each one of our worlds
only
and all

stepping forwards
moving on

depths of true

there's the idea
and the inception

Sometimes they touch,
go deep,
surpass

create false worlds
or deepen this one.

global and human

breathing.
river courses
flowing
melting
into
us

vast expanse
to drown in
living our way home

come back
to the human scale

Ripple Flow, Let Me Go

Between the moon and me
is a calf that sees a human
for the first time

The trees and the moon
between,
me

Wind blowing
(rustle trees)
(silent river water ripple flow)

They don't tell me of anything,
and that is the way

the sea carries on

but activity, you know, it's necessary

out
to go
back in,

all that

We exist in relation

(It's the only way we can)

All living things
Must
Get rid of waste

Death
Stretches on
Forever

essence, experience

we left the essence
to see what it was like
And after some time
we'll be
going back again.

And the flow carries on
through the ripples
through the water

wave meditation

the calming nature
of waves
perhaps
I think
is due to the natural
rhythm
present in all things,

the sound
out there
in here,

there,
out to horizon's point
duality folds in,
passing out and in
from left to
centre right.

pull it down
and start again
it's falling
anyway
falling
to the fail
failing,
anyway
and it's all gonna fall
a lot further than this.

we're looking for the clarity
in pixels
And I'm telling you
we're not gonna find it.

newness
or stillness,
or nothing at all.
And yes,
In other cases
I contradict myself-
but there is no
'other'
and only the
whole
to embrace.

there's nothing else.
to come back to.
but that.

life- experience-
is in the pushing and pulling-
the point around
the stillness

we're all just passing
the time of day
hey hey,
-----hey hey

/make your associations,
to make them
--------------/fade away.

spikes written around
tannoy speakers.

loudness
shouting down buses
chewing
the bottom of bottles
plastic
in his faces
hardened
like a
jamboree
of death, delight,
decay

you leave me with
the mountain traps of the mind
flecks -----of speckled dust

craggy projects
spread out across the mountain dust
feel

In The Sun

painting
I sit and dry with you
In the sun
In the sun

I lie
my back to the grass
like damaged toy soldiers
of the sun in my painting
In the sun
In the sun

like the damaged toy soldiers
of the mind-----in the mind
hanging
in the mind

spiritual significance.

shapes forming(,) in near distance, shadows.

hold that point, of light's centre, breathe

cleanse
the spirit free

Oh trees, I love you,
I love you trees and green

3 and a crystal 4,
societal dread

And you see,
this is the best thing I can do,
talking of tempos within me that reach you

I don't know where I'm from
but I'm not from here
People fear
become the fear

before times
voices down on me

there's a whole beautiful nothing, that's simultaneously now
to these walls

clouds pass forever
across the sky

ephemeral, light, bubble beauty glow
There she goes
There she goes

Everything in life is a
turning point
turning point

Turning wheels
upon turning times

intellectual chew toy

sometimes
I think about it too much
and it can overwhelm me
I break down
with the destruction of the stars

You don't need to understand
but maybe you do
and maybe, if I think about it
(don't think too much)
I do too

Sun don't leave me,
hanging here

I Know Nothing,
I go the only way I can

Psychic healing
or the power of belief
bring them together it's all the same thing

The chicken or the egg
it's all the same thing

It's all just being born.