Unknown Seeds (day 2521)

Pointed shoes and unknown teams
Wizards of unknown degrees
Who fall in line with questionable ranks,
Lawless rascals and witnesses

When the song returns to its true tune
Coyotes howl at the full moon
Without truth to be defending
Sprawling out amongst bullfrogs dancing

Does the rhythm carry itself
Between trees of varying thickness?
Through the trails amongst the seeds,
Down the hill and into the distance.

Awake Seed (day 2450)

Who falls awake at night
Who lets the dreams stay away
Who brings the evening deep inside
Furrow brows some more

Who has time to wish away
Pine tree growing on the land
Little death beside a hearth
Rose denied its breath

Let wisdom become silence here
To tired awake at night
Needles upon the forest floor
In a hand, a growing seed

Monkey Changes (day 2383)

Monkey changes sweet summer night
Lips through darkness my mind free
Red light tropical under the sea
Hello dear friend, hello bass line
Hello turtle shell reverb echo
Overgrown, my weathered seed
Corner darkness and my eager eyes
Whether you come home with me or not
Change my song until it’s dawn
And let me see (sing) you again.

Get Home (day 2181)

Memory is an angel, let go
Dive to depths unknown
Wisdom of ten thousand, let go
Come alive great unknown.

Breathe in deep so holy, let go
Be alive, sprouting seed blossom
With vision, with answer, let go
Have mercy memory blossom.

Feel love more each hurt, let go
Give truth sweetly home
In a field, let go
Have mercy, come alive, get home.

Patterns (day 2161)

When every part of patient patterns
Seem to fit inside the other
A symbiotic matrimony, of sorts,
Fills us up each day
Like sun that orbits around and around
And the moon, just biding its time
Mycelia strings together the dots
Connecting you to me
And sun to earth and rain to mud
And seed to harvest it too!
So down we go, deep inside
To sprout one million times amore.

Dusk (day 2158)

This is the spark that sets seed
A jubilant setting free
A sunset beyond every sea
With a new day the grain that grows.

And if each sign these clouds do point
Expose a pasture fit for rose
Should a foot that heals the earth
Lay thin dust that bitter burns?

Nay, each dusk a seat be found
To hold each glass, a little worn
A ritual many should be warmed
At last, sweet moon, a gray cocoon.