Cast from expectations of treeless horizons
and concrete enforced cities,

we landed here within the forest
which quickly enveloped us.

Towering pines scatter the August afternoon
and we run through fallen needles and shadows.

At the end of the day we rest in the native grases
and watch butterfly wings open and close.

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into the flames the willow tree burns
smoldering leaves melt from the crown
dripping into the snow.

I walk away as the last root burns
and shake gasoline from my fingertips.

the waiting messiah smiles
snow building around its presence.

the thinning horizon meets the
whitening land as shadows disperse.

when the last ember cools and
fire and roar leave this place,
an orchestra plays softly.

I turn back – the beings presence
moving left to right and we walk
together toward the disappearing horizon.

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Sands cover the landscape spewing steam.
The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded.
Passing through dimensions and space and time.
Passing through all matter.
I wait here on the rocky shores.
The shores of an unnamed planet.

What we have spans time.

I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me
that you will soon emerge from the depths and upon
recognizing my presence, we can walk into the sunset
bordered by two moons.

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Regardless of what the trail is made of,
it connects us to the earth,
guides us through the forest,
allows us to be within.

In the stationary silence
I seek answers that already
lie at me feet.

I look for skies that already
fill my vision.

And I seek truth to my purpose
that has played out for hundreds of years.

What hands move the pieces in this universe?
What hands guide the universes along the surface
of the vast oceans and between each grain of sand?

Looking at the calendar, over a month has passed since my last post here. Where does the time go? I would like to say that I was in the midst of some grand adventure, but that would not be true! Life. Just life happening, and dealing with the daily grind, the obligations, and the 9-to-5. It can be a challenge to keep grounded and your head above the water. Venturing further into my 40s, I am becoming more aware of this struggle, and questions of what next.  What do I want the next chapter in life to look like, what story will it tell?

At the end of each day, what keeps me sane and going, are these 2 goofballs, and all their antics, barking, and playtime.

Standing on the front porch
I watch the sun rise over the

distant mountains and first light
run across the empty fields.

Morning wind pushes scattered stalks and coffee steam
while bird songs emerge from the tree line.

High bulbous clouds assume many colors
as the sun reaches higher.

Leroy lays at my side sleeping
as we watch night become the day.