amid night...

to appear
amid night
eyes focus
onto one
keen sight

waves breaking
clouds in flight
the air is shaking

“and who
does this write”

nowhere asking
amid a sight
as somewhere

appeared
in the light
to know where
we could be then

“do you have…”
the time
to believe
that a rhyme
could become
as life is to be
when the writing
is done
there
in the garden
is a message
in stone

“for these …
are as one”

appearing
amid the night
and writ to be
of the right
twice the say
for half the sight
is left to know
what love
can do

a right foot forward
meets a left footed shoe

it’s the something
odd pairs do

aPical

“wanna peak you say?”
all aboard
the Spike Train

take a ride
it’s a nice day
appearing
what appear
to be amid
the lights
branches
over twice
our sight
… and you’ll feel it

just know it’s right
and don’t fear it
a new sphere
upon flight
… and it’s write

a Pyramidal
a cog
of primordial
is true
as penned
a tree grows
inside you too

“hey johnny
it’s the apple seed”

Excitable in the
action of deeds
“for god speed”
it surely must be

four the sides
to breach a need
a mach fire
and a match
books three

“are you driving?”
“sport?”
remembering
brains free

. . .

integration
outside a machine
in the clouds
it can only be seen
upon entry
to exterior scenes

neuronic ….
what a nerve
to know
what you see


...
inspired by a pyramidal neuron ;)

.

a stone to the sea

ripples move out

effortlessly

through space

and time in the air

they gather and

organize there

in frequency

it's the urgent matter

frequently current

in the thoughts

that scatter

and it happens

that they come together

silver is a mystery

guiding slowly a

weather in skies

that can't be seen

current is a swirl

felt in a dream

so listen

for the

under

tones

feel the way by

the beat of bones

heal the day

before you move on

and find

you are Self

dancing in song

this time

"there is

nothing wrong"

so choose a board

and come along........

shed a skin and

stop asking

how

to

start

living

"we are the gift..."

so just be

Nature has a balance

called Self Preservation

and while things sway

we always

realign

"a peaceful no winner"

means we all do

"windmills on"