to discover and delight

silence is the only answer
and the first step forward
we were meant to breathe new air
to see the sun at unfamiliar angles
and unearth what's inside

i've got a heart
and it's full of fire
i've got a mind
and it's full of light
i've got a soul
and it's full of love

i wrote this on 2 march 08

communing already

while the sky displays
progression quietly
our thoughts coincide
this moment is so full
of life we can only
believe it is endless

don't close your eyes
soon we'll be one with
the sky we will see the
world at rest we will
set our minds at ease

touch
lightly
accidentally
(on purpose)

only we are real here
as long as i can feel
you breathe i'll know
we're still alive

just let the stars take
their places in the sky
and fill our hearts with
all we need to know

hold me i will hold you
we will follow the light
through it all it is
endless perfection

maybe i'll start doing this more

no title

it was the first
day everything i
believed became
real but looking
back on it it was
just a chemical reaction
no one is trying
but we all are
and for as long
as we are alive
we will all keep trying
0 zero 1 two seven 7

i go fly to the moon

we're all just one-winged birds

i know that even
if i yelled your
name no one would
believe you were real
no one would believe
you've been here the
whole time if i were
to hang myself in the
air above the trees
with the sky right
next to me and i could
see it all as it
was meant to be seen
i would see the future
and the past in a
straight line from
the sun to the moon
and even if you yelled
my name next to yours
i couldn't just leave
i'm just not ready
to go where i know
i'm going to go

i was thinking that maybe...

never ends

im happier knowing
that one day
all the parts of
me that love you
most and all the
parts of you that
love me most will
almost certainly
be united in an
ocean or tree or
anything really
and when they do
i will sleep
soundly forever

making sense of it i suppose

still a stranger though not for long

ive never heard you speak
ive only ever spoken to myself
and i lied told the truth
i hung my head
and felt the rain on the
back of my neck
but then i looked up
and i couldn't see a cloud
it was the sun in my eyes
and i decided that we started
that fire a long time
ago and we kept it alive
im keeping myself alive
its warm now im dry now
its the first time this
smiles been real
its the first time i was
happy with these hands
covered with earth and water

the beadist thought these things

through air

i want to go outside
into the air and the night
to see stars and to breathe
release my thoughts into
the wind and stare
endlessly through time
i want to breathe in
continually the songs
that are made by the
sun and the moon surrounding
us from all sides until
we are one whole again

this sentence is also incomplete.

eight-hundred twenty-one

if i am going to
cover miles and miles
with no trees
and only the wind and
the sun on my face then

still below the horizon

dawn

i could hear the uncertainty in the voice of wind
branches and leaves carried in a new direction
reaching out to pull me in
and i am made one with the wind
and i am clean in the water
dried by the heat fire of the sun
no longer weighed down
i travel over oceans to uncharted lands
and find that my heart is full of blood
that i am not alone
to watch the moon and fog disappear

circadian rhythm

entering the first circle

the last protective layer
of skin hidden from
the wind and the rain
the burning sun
raising voices over
the sounds noises
of tearing into the
soil the creation of
life endless forgiving
it grows beneath my skin
and up through my eyes
rooted in tissue and
hope the only words
i know to say carried
by blood and not
waves crashing onto
every empty shore

great harbour

chebucto

the sounds of quiet
thought reach
out to a sun that
sinks down into
a sea cool clear
voiceless my mind
heads north carried to
the forest the trees
the silence unbroken
words traveling on wind
rustling leaves
spreading life and
deep breaths new
beginnings rising
and melting away the
ice and snow breaking
free from the soil
up to my hands warmed
by my own blood seen
as i lift them
to the sun

american folk tale

john henry versus the steam hammer

a string stretched between
a sky and an
ocean that expand infinitely
over our heads underneath
our feet blood flowing
in between life heat
and movement constant the
rhythmic song of passing
time breathing and staying
awake without reason listening
to a voice empty
words that fill every
empty space inside closer
to the sun and
sleep and i will
look out over this
sea into time and
i will find a
light that once burned
my eyes wind and
rain my skin opened
washing away the sounds
of words traveling across
skies and oceans above
below between until my
hands fail and i
give in to sleep

it may be broken down

patterns

zero zero one two seven seven
the past is the past
and the stars believe
my bones are white
and i am open whispers
over skies closing distance
under oceans staring up into
the white light of suns and
sleeplessness holding every
breath until its pure and
blue opportunity fulfilled
and realized traveling to
futures unimagined hidden
between my skin and the
soil where my name is buried

the circle makes much of modern civilization possible

a circle a circle

i was born built
to see things in
natural light and
air over water
or growing from
dirt soil earth
take them from
their homes and
lay them to rest
where they belong
take me from my
home and lay me
to rest where i
belong in this sky
in this water in
this dirt soil earth
under natural light

it's only words

a stack of wood

white clouds fall
white rain
over and upward
to heaven and
space infinite and
endless expanse
expanding forever till
i hold my breath
till i let it go
and lungs fill empty
with voices and the
smell of grass and flowers
my hair grows longer
and i hide my face
a little more each
day until i am new
and i am old
each day by this river
and these trees
is another breath taken
in the life of a world
far from forgotten
and far from its
final days
i wash my hands and face
and say nothing until
there is nothing left to say