HEATED RELEASE - Roadtrip 9/11
cross legged on a dry headland
incendiary thoughts prevail
what was has passed
what will come is a wind's breath
on range grasses
late afternoon sun tightens my face
I can "feel" the color deep in my soul
and behind my closed eyes
all I see is red and gold
a burning blue
a flashing white
a scorching of ideas
ashes of the letting go
much that remains of me was born here
- walking on this mesa
past The Blinking Light
there was "nothing" but Spirit til Tres Piedras
this Land still knows my name
this Spirit still calls me home
oh Taos
what you have done for me!
my Father brought me here, 1966
the Mountain, the Gorge
they take it all
they lay out the bones
they prescribe the purge
then Sun fuses to the task
and floods this valley tier
then Acquittal gently closes a dark door

dusk time apple picking
dervishes duel in the kitchen
laughing
autumn preparation of fruits of Eden
via Truchas, New Mexico
unbelieveable tenderness from a
dinner companion
sharing a willow settee
revealing great sadness
listening to heartbeats and crickets
learning to be still
when disappointments
slash through the flesh of my ego
my suppositions
my desires
allowing warm arms around me
ribbons of doubt
wavy, gently streaming from my mind
as vibrant learning tools
before open eyes
trembling within
stronger without
Happy Birthday to Me

Klondike GOLD DUST still around!

 

DAY ONE
The mouth of Gaia
brightest white
Peaks of teeth fierce & beautiful
Majesty set on beds of piney green
Her watery breath
crests & rocks all life around me in undulating deepest
green-blue grace
An honor so vast
I am changed for every Eternity I might've ever imagined
Alaska's Teeth
have pierced me with a clear Divinity
Alaska's mouth opens to me &
my mouth opens,
tears streaming,
to receive her Soul~

your brilliant hands

cold and cloudy
a good day to drive
into lands where ravens loiter
and broken glass is beauty
life is a page
maul the paper with your mark
kiss your own hands
for the words
you were strong enough to set free
on an calm white ocean where
you might have doodled a flower
face your truths
let no one tell you lies
turn any corner you are gifted
neutralize your mind
somehow
it's love
all of it
doodle or maul

Dawn's Rush

Like silk de chine
peaches pearly ivory and gold
Bright desert sky scurries to shine its light
on the sickle moon that suckles
my evaporating dreams

Tall buildings cast a shadow on the Who that I am
and later at the shore
the sand covers all of the errors I have made
or wanted to make
of thought I'd made
Tall buildings crash to the ground in my mind
I choose to live in the trees
my life is an open ground
and i walk it
mostly steadily
... always heartily
I forget that others have shadows
I shake to release myself from mine
It has just dawned on me
this
must be why I photograph shadows
so
often
Humans miss what they already know
are accustomed to, familiar with
I scurry to be less human