I move beyond simple time and needs. I create the abundance, prosperity and Happiness I desire, and share it With the world. The breathing hills sea rose and wild grape above the tides caught in the pulse of night. Watching the moon rise high above damp earth and Sound growing bright, engulfed by starlight devouring night in shimmering waves. Sun through white fog another day begins in crystal light.
Angel trumpets lift white luminous faces to the random flights of evening moths.
Cactus blossoms shine like radiant stars atop green arms and barrel chests lighting the darkness of memory. Just another day at Road Kill Cafe and the dead Canada Goose arrived picking ripe raspberries when the phone rang prayers for its beauty and spirit softly sung in Lakota with tobacco blessings, our simple ceremonies, filled with traditions and meaning, obviously matter in the great universe. Wendell and Peter centered healing energies on the ridge, I saut ed, roasted, and served gourmet wildlings . Poppies Fragile poppies erupt from the soil of my garden to wave brilliant petals in velvety hues shaking loose their hairy husks, dancing free of summer s somnolence a friend s delicate pink offering from an elegant oriental garden my garish orange ones have bloomed and blown free of upright pods, woody now, ripening tiny black seeds as delicious contemplations.