some kind of magic
skidding to a hall
of movement-
helms of movement
we are
this way
going

glistening out there

the sun dries the crops,
open,
out there

drying,
the crops, dried
drying
in the open
out there

the sun is glistening
(on surfaces)
out there

aztec astroturf holes

homing holes
in which
to live it
cascading traffic light twinkles
down to hold me
float away
welcome me back welcome back
he it they she some said something
one of them
strumming
beautiful emotions
after the last emotion
has left me

(dry and dying, behind)

transcendence

transcendence
is here
is now
transcendence
is not an alien space ship
(but it can be)
transcendence
is not a revolution
(but it can be)
transcendence
can be

anything
transcendence can be
transcendence
can be here
can be now
can be you
can be me

foot stepping feet

mystical futures
are building
calling us in tongues

simplicity is all they say
can be said
in bursts
of your own future path
running out within and through
and falling out of you
at your foot stepping feet
stepping
steps
of all you ever can be.
now.

love will

and you come in
you regroup
you get yourself together
node ball
block black like circle
white clear and hollow
before bursting out again
in and out of life,
bursting out of love
in and out of love
into love
all around
love
and life living
if only you will
life living
will
life living
will
life
live
bursting out in love

if only we will

colour cast home

penetrating the depths

bringing in the shadows

lights cast colour cast

obliteration

dispersal

colour fragment

glitter stars

disperse

light colour cast shining,

galaxies away

all the usual

gravity of the stars

come home