BOTANY

If I were a seed slumbering in the dawn of Spring,

'neath soil fertile in flavors shared with worms,

Dreaming of radiance, unseen, from above.

Growing restless, wet in my bed with the urge of seasons.

Ecstatic I'd writhe, sprouting with an awakening of roots

Reaching out to taste the liquid promise of sky

Made by water falling into ground from a journey over clouds.

I'd follow its path through crannies of earth with thirst for life,

Nourishing myself on moisture infused with messages from its travels.

And, I'd shoot out on an adventure of transformation to touch the light,

Taking the fluid of its insight and lifting it back up to breathe into air

Exchanging oxygen for carbon and making flowers in patterns of rebirth.

Angels & Demons

DAD NAPS

Dreaming we come into this world and dreaming we'll leave

As memories played across the strings of life hum the song that is we

Drowsing in so many echoes from the concert of our days

Now tuned with pitch on catgut worn with the timbre of experience’s bow

As feedback from all that’s been carries a melody bright as the present

Pealing harmonics in a hallowed space ‘neath resting eyes.

So, nap in times gone by like a babe dreaming lullabies to be.

Liberation

Who Knows

Nothing is all mighty

In the winds of whatever breezing across the sea.

Come fly with birds

Escaping the wave of beliefs crashing.

Defy expectations

And soar across oceans of perspective.

Yesterday and tomorrow will be.

WE-WAVE

If we were waves

And nothing more

Making splashes

On the rocky shore

Neath winds and oer reefs

Leaping in celebration of form

You and I, rock and air

Dance foaming into sky

Reeling with rhythms of tides

Ever swaying twixt low and high

And bursting thrilling free

Making noise for all around to hear

In a party swirling at the edge of the sea

Nothing would stop our frolic

Given that waves are all we were

Could I dream in the slumber of life

A globe teeming with the jumble of all I know

Rolling through the ethers of not very much

Effortlessly spinning with the gravity of all around

So beautiful to touch and hold

Softly along the edges of it's form

I-Scary

ROUTE FINDING [Break Free]

Between canyons of fear and folly

Rises a ridge of ambivalence

Elevated along pinnacles of caution and direction

Ascending a path above worry and confidence

Keeping true to the direction of a mountainside.

Follow it's course above valleys of doubt and arrogance

Relishing in the texture of whatever might be

Each step on the edge of risk and reward

Enlightened by vistas of possibility.

LETTING GO

Like so much I don't know

Everything flutters around

Taking on the patterns

That history weaves

Into the color of life

None can do but live

Gliding to nature's momentum

Giving wonder a chance to shine

On the tapestry of now

Kaboom

COMFORT

Come let go

Of worry

Move to the presence of now

For the sake

Of a moment

Reflected in a ripple

That carries our time

Sky, grass, flower and butterfly

Purpose

BRISTLECONE

With hands full of humble

In spaces unbound

Like a beast, you or me

Daring to be nothing but free

Gentle over feet unshod

Rambling through textures of earth

Under the glow of sun and mystery of dark

Blown by wind and washed by rain

Beaming as bridles and bits melt away

Yearning to touch the world unfiltered

Healing with every hurt along the way

Undaunted by creatures blurred in shadow

Melting fear into calm, anger to peace

And celebrating the music of life

Not ours alone

For Cali at 5

¡Brad Gobright Presente!

Minty squirrel

I’D HISS TO TASTE THE AIR

If I were a snake I’d move in swiggles, like a wave weaving my way through rocks and grass

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I-Monster

Saturday October 5th, 2019

Jokerman

I-Cloud

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Blazing World

Saint-Exupery in the White Mountains

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Two stones,

Maybe you and I,

Wait on a dune

Wondering how it will be

To be buried in sand

And maybe change the shape

Of the landscape around

Over time that's not short.

A beetle observes

For a moment brief.

BLOWING BUBBLES

I was driving to the coast

Thinking of tides

And how the shape of the earth

Wiggles a bit

And I imagined a bubble

Blown by a child

And then a message came from Bob

Over the phone

And I remembered conversations

About infinity

How there’s an infinite number of points

On any line or curve

And I thought again of our world

As a bubble blown by a child

With an infinite number

Of moments in time

From leaving the ring

To the point where bonds let go

And how special every moment is

Wiggling through space

Fences

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Reach across worlds

Freed from an autoclave

Catch the wind

A WATCHED POT

I like to watch

While pots wait to boil

And wonder

If never ever comes

To play in the steam of naught

In a shattered waning

crescent moon

distant in the sky

orbiting far, far

from all below

birds released

celebrate flight

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Raven, lilies, snail and man in the rain

Saline Valley

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If I was a jumping mouse in a suit, perhaps I’d give all for life

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Smashing sand castles

Just hanging out together

Saturday November 10, 2019

The newt wonders

Rejoice beautiful night

Starry, starry night

Sitting on flowers

Dancing with my demon

I-BEETLE

In the eyes of another -

Be it you or I

Each with senses our own

Echoing experiences gone by

To rhythms only felt by one,

Let it be in a heart unclouded with hate

Each sees the other

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