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