For what I shall not remember here
I shall lay these grasses aside
I shall divide my remaining seeds
And plant my memory
So that in ten thousand days
I can outline my path
Each softening step along the way
That grew me into self
Until I reach the place
I’m trying to lead myself too
Where each my different voice
Rest knowing what I do not know.
Category: peaceful
Day Tripping (day 2877)
I awoke into a dream of dreams
One I knew had come alive
All around was growth and charm
Birds so loudly sang
Carefully the trip was planned
Organized and laid aside
Commencing a new way of life
One amidst the land
Bird Sounds (day 2876)
Cry for me
Dear sweet bird
For your sounds
So delightful
Enchant me
A world amongst the trees
Wildness and freedom too
Layers of the forest
Echoing back to me
A world
I dare to dream.
Daisy (day 2871)
Inside the daisy
There spoke a new world
That lazily
Awoke embers
Alive sang their song
Alert their dancing legs
Two hold hands
And remembering distant lands
Two suns were their orbit
Sun One and Sun Two
Yellow golden hue
Inside the daisy
Every Day (day 2870)
Tonight’s sunset
Reminded me
How little time I have
To remind you
Every day
Is how I want to be
With you
Window (day 2868)
Your window changed my sunset
No longer do I look for more
I sit here, quite content,
With your presence glowing softly
In my growing heart of acceptance
To make my each day well spent
From my hearth to your sweet window.
That Was Then (day 2863)
If that was then
Then this is by no means the end,
Two wheels rolling
And clouds so clear
Even birds faintly pass between them.
A dollar is gone.
Was it an even game?
A hand that served up
Delicious things, unnamed.
An engine that roared
As it began.
Lucky is every lost soul traveling on;
Full tank and such sweetness of a radio,
Then by two, sun’s beating in
Escaping for a moment into shade.
Watch Clouds and every bird so clear.
That was then and now is the end.
Roses (day 2849)
I smelt roses every morning
Since I left my window open
Morning air carried longer
Freshest scent of care
Where dutiful fingers tended
Each thorny branch, so sharp
Up along my window’s ledge
Down into my heart.
A Claim (day 2843)
It was not my claim,
Not could it ever have been
To be lost with controlled madness
On a motorcycle
Going fifty kilometers per hour.
The roads were too dusty,
Too slow,
Too quiet for forgiveness
To be called out
In a manner that did not support
Each dying ember of humanity.
And the glasses were of the new world,
A signal for misunderstanding
– Modern mythological errors
Combed with a brush of the future.
I merely sat there,
I did not dust off the seat
I did not wear deceiving clothes
I did not paint my hair black
Or red or green or blue,
And my wings ever grew
Until I no longer sat alone
Accompanied by history untold
That whispered flickers
Of a language with no words
To my clouded eyes
Laid bare.
No Words (day 2839)
Did you listen when I spoke no words?
I could hardly lean to take flight
Soar away, hide away
Aloof my trail ablaze.
I woke up from a foggy bliss
Tended to my flock,
Stepped into a day of glass
Dew upon my shoe.
When I carried over my heart,
Sealed with each singing bird’s note,
T’was then I had no words to share
No sound to match such pure delight.