find me here

this physical presence will not remain,

as time does it's slow walk with all of us.

journeying together,

decisions to be brave and test true faith

are recognized and understood.

the need to know both more

and the dim reality of less had us

cackling at our cauldron full of anamita mead

that harvest night,

casting future gazes upon wild trusted prophecies.

stubborn hearts, mad scientists we,

children making mudpie feasts joyfully.

you are well heard in the divided and doubling sense

with only half of the story told yet wholly understood.

quirking the clever ironic into

that sweet code,

the pervasive hidden charm of it,

all my own.

You can find me here

these words are all I have to leave

and to bring you closer.

one dandelion seed is floating by,

only a small fuzzy head,

scatter explosion and reformation evident

in it's gentle intended flight.

these ideas are spoken by a familiar voice

that is heard within, somewhere near the ear

in the top of the throat, a song

echoing off of the inner temple wall.

small sounds whispered

from the lands of inside out

where everything is a prayer for beauty.

from vastly different sides of earth

so clear and stark,

both bright and darkly beautiful,

lineage is recognizable in a smile,

and the tone of husky laughter.

a world of inner sight

finds itself standing alone,

silent knowledge the galaxy mill wheel

drawing two rivers together.

the voice that prompts these written words

manages to speak to you now without making a sound.

a tantric multiplication of symbols is occurring,

a spellcasting, for hypnotic waking.

voices harmonizing in unspoken context

replicating the one into the shape of the only one

again and over again.