rock of air up, on a rock of air you float you i float me, there is nobody there is no matter energy space or time i am unraveling with lugubrious hope, longing for the forever moment we do float 12/27/08 ———————————————————————- it is april 16 2000 a sunday morning absolute truth a painting of roses sleeping loving spheres of tonality edges of harmony blossoms of melodic conclusions a low bassoon a french horn in the low register and a clarinet all an octave apart 4/16/00 ———————————————————————- listen listen to the quiet how quiet it gets the songs I grew up to i cannot forget over and over they roll ‘round in my brain i found my first love then i lost it again listen to the quiet how quiet it gets the oceans roll with laughter at the tears you have shed the light in the sky shines down on your face a star you are in this magical place love comes around to be on your side she’ll be an angel as you flow with the ride listen to the quiet how quiet beyond what you see feeling and what you see gone ———————————————————————- trinidad california i found you laying blue and green kissing in the night the moon soft and bright the mourning of winter trees stars that twinkle and flicker secrets never revealed never has there been a pure and powerful place like this place this new this train of winter trees this train of time that i hold onto 01.08.02 ———————————————————————- the only medicine the only medicine is love peace is a condition unto itself your light is not alone together we are a revolution of love let your light shine love one another let love in 2001 ———————————————————————- house of time you have been the same for oh so long is all you were meant to be dead and gone? oh, house of time the winds do blow, paper whites grow, the spring does know oh, house of time you hold my secrets inside your walls you open your doors when my heart calls your quiet splendor hides my sorrow and you are where i’ll live tomorrow where is the joy i sing about what is it that i cannot live without i want to feel what i have to give is my struggle just an illusion that i live? so, house of time in your cream and gray chipping so slowly perfection fading away i cannot fight cannot resist i cannot survive what time does miss forgive my pride, my scorn and shame i am no saint only peeling paint remains it haunts me now it lays me low it finds my breathe and never lets me go i am not me i am not i i am that god, but for him go i i am not my words, i am not yours too just passing with time just passing thru 04/01 wichita, kansas ———————————————————————- oboe after the time of the blues i am where i want i show you the high and low i let you go, oboe flyin’ far from the “shoulds” i celebrate the mystery of discovery of what makes me happy i show you high and low i let go, oboe 1/20/03 ———————————————————————- wednesday touch my heart, mend my soul, be my love, into my whole. until i become washed away in your breath, in your arms, in your sweeping energy that travels into light. light fields growing blossoms of yellow petals, green grasses, white lilies, and purple sages. they call me home, they call me to the prairies, to the mountains, to the sky. take me home again. let me feel safe-where i am not afraid. thank you for your understanding. i await you. 9/33/04 ———————————————————————- she is a tear she is a train she is a drop of rain an inch of silver a mile of gold ———————————————————————- what is your number? let us all join together in this quest for harmony it is an easily recognizable time to be loveable and kind and spread goodness to all find your center, the place that feels deepest inside yourself join us to spread appreciation, gentleness, & patience for each other. remember you are each other. we are each other. i am you. we are not created equal in the material temporal world although we… we can bridge those differences. do not give up. be grateful. your days on this earth are numbered. you just do not know what the number is. 9/10/08 ———————————————————————- crossing bridges there was an artist who could only photograph bridges. he was obsessed with crossing over. he found bridges everywhere to cross over and photograph. he searched the universe to experience crossing over and took pictures to remember how wonderful to cross from one place over to another place. the bridge was always unique. the crossing over was always unique. the photo was always in black and white and gray and light. that made the photograph. his eyes were right in front of each picture but you couldn’t see them. you could only see the picture, the photograph. you could never see his eyes but they created the picture. they recognized the bridge image and then created the picture with the camera. many pictures were created, many bridges were crossed over. many times he realized the picture of the bridge, he remembered. the realization was always present before he saw the bridge. divine destiny. mechanics of a camera and a bridge and a photographer. heal as we rise above the river of fear, we walk into a valley of love. high in the heavens the white tears fall onto our faces, our arms reach out to embrace and cherish and hold on. like rain, a field of goodness we have found the feeling of turning and flowing through tunnels, carried through the atmosphere with such reason and purpose. we travel in the arms of the earth, the wind protects us and brings us to a destination we do not know yet we travel on.