The code to the
lock on the
motherlode,

cascades of sequential
understanding fueled by
love and other emotions and

beauty and things, wild flowers and
beetles on leaves upside down,
the royal blue in the sky, swells of
red later, moistures here and there

my muscles are tired from long walks up mountains,
my skin feels like me
everything can tell me something and
I know
how to listen,
i'm open, i want you to know me

it's young to be me, i don't know how to fall,
a crow is nearby, i saw a yellow bird with a
reddish head, things aren't ugly anymore

i hear trains at night, I pull my pillow
over my head, it's cool and dark, i want
to go to California for the weekend soon,
there are waves there and people too

i build things that stay built, i'm simple though
i am learning to flow, i saw Femi Kuti

mexicans are angels sometimes, i eat lettuce and
a lot of fruit, whatever is cheapest, it's good, it

helps me to
sit my
head
between the
shoulders of the universe,
everything is me,
nothing can resist itself

in health, humble, a rippling breath whispering
something sweet to be carried softly
atop the water, over and
around red rocks and
fallen trees, cool,
soothing, free...

everything is me












"Motion of the Ocean Lotion
Rubbing together
Like kindling sticks creating forest fires
~Slow Burn~
My turn to speak in tongues"

--Photosynthesis