Going home.

Long winding marble halls
light at the end of the tunnel
flowers all along

Serpent power

Like crows flying
a flock
across a gray sky

Hollow like a cave
deep resistance in the moonlight

Hollow
the wind rushing through
it
like a flute
empty mountains

The tips brightening in the
light of the rising sun
a pale yellow covering
broken cliffs

The sound of hollow
aggravated moment
stands still in time

Thunderous flutes
bombastic like church organs
echoing and thundering
recking the peace

Swallows fly high
like butterflies tumbling on the wind

The hollow emptiness of my wounds
loudly reverberate
through the echoes of time

Aggravation tumultuous
movement
gliding forward on the path
slowly but surely
a straight line ahead
focused goal on the gold pot

The bricks lay still awaiting
my return

A pile on the mountain top
moving in time
adjusting to now

In a circle
breaking in and out
the flowers crouch to receive me
Trees strong against the wind

Never moving but to open
the gate
One person may pass, no others
already declared
A perfect reunion
of past and present

Guarded through time
a perfect palace
surrounded by peace

Our return.

Surrender flies the sky
opening the heavens to more

Tumbling down upon broken land
possibilities of our return

Galaxies far away
break open
twist and turn
shifting in place
more light into the universe

Parading palaces empty
turning around towards the sun

New legions of light move
in to the temples
fill the air with song

Explosive presence of return
Mother
breathes easy

Thirteen owls in a tree.

Summer comes slowly
green grass peeking

The sun comes sideways
over the land
the fields
the forest

Thirteen owls in a tree
clearly seeing me through the leaves
a tree already green with promise
in my dreams

Stunning effervescent sublimity
everlasting in my soul

It all watches over me anyway

Corrupt the systems
of a new dawn of tomorrow

Only truth recognizes itself
through the eons

A calm
like an arm reaching
forever
after me
wherever I went

I went dark, I went high
I went low

I went in, I went out
and up and away

It reached me wherever I went

I went circus
I went player, poet and fiction
I went nuts and insane
I went traveling to seek it

and It found I

At peace now ever rumbling
ever moving ever
storming and art - ing

The wind pulls me in
the house
storm winds in all others
perfect peace in me

Bill's friends.

A flock of Ancients.


Heaving and laying still
the bamboo branches leaning
in between the pine

Relaxed
as if not to break up the calm
whispering of tomorrows affluence

Painting greeting cards
in my mind of days to come
emerald green horizons

A flock of wild, limitless beings
congregate in the grove
like egrets on the shores of the river

Ancient eyes looking all around
as if this planet old as their home
was a newfound place

Beautiful and strong like angels wings
they hover then disperse
as the guardians of the land swoop in

A wound in the sacredness torn open
revealing the blood of the old wars
Light and shadow now merging as one
dancing like sun rays on a field of wheat
hiding and dipping and surfacing again

A tear in time
shows the ancients the good hearts
of the new ones
yet flighty in the depth of the old

Like rock
they finger their way through time
Like air on moss
they shaped this land
into solid beauty

an everlasting fingerprint of God

Hold me down.

At night I fly

My spirit soar
I lift off like a comet blazing
each night higher and higher

My passion flies and cracks
universes
If just someone could hold me down

The rampant blood force busts
and I must move again
always lifting off

If it was understood that I must be
channeled forcefully
lead and funneled into creativity
for the world
for use for building

Instead I fly
and fly and fly
No one can hold me down
and direct this force into the world

I move I shift I glimmer

Seeking always a place a rock
something to hold me
something to hold on to
something that can catch me
long enough
to plant me
and make me useful
like the moon at night

Fire swirling twirling
I roll across the night sky
I tremble tremors beyond fathoming
I shake the sky the stars drop
into the oceans
Universe pulsate and break
into the next and the next

The blood force runs rampant through
my brain
spreading more power and light
to places unknown

The crackling of the skies
frightens the people

Never to be housed.

A cry
a long echoing solitude
over desert plains

A call
like a coyote howling
creeping across the fields

towards me and through
me
and from within me

A resonance deep
as if a memory of tomorrow
as if called long ago
in the beginning of time

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Remembrance stirring
still resisting
will forever

Stepping aside
from the catch trying
Fingers long
grasping
in the in betweens
hoping to touch me
reach me
touch upon my very soul

I dance away
as always
unreachable

Wild in essence
never to be housed

never to be blamed
never to be held
never to be touched
never to be known
never to be loved
like humans

My stillness howling
void
howling into nothing
like the wolf I am

Yellow leaves.

Like glass the evening air
deer peeking out from the forest's edge
rosemary bushes quietly whisper
contentedly
their little blue flowers like brilliant stars
all is well in my world

Purple clouds pointing at a pink sunset
the ethers mirroring itself on itself
dusk rapidly shifting hues
grass bending low to the ground
shy of the evening spirits

Yellow the leaves on twisted branches
galactic winds sweeping clear
the land of all debris
time to lay down
my weary soul