until you observe
I sit at the hem
of your skirt — gently touching
the loam at my feet
you were here before
a time I can’t comprehend
logging history
here — a coral reef
hyperbolic — a contrast
to the forest trees
I could walk this path
on ev’ry day of this life
a stroll to your clouds
I see you peeking
from behind this ancient one
with your beams of light
beneath your layers
exists the churning of time
your geology
among fern meadows
bordered with redwoods — the mist
of self—settles in
the breath of the night
ornaments the cold morning
with star-like splendor
glance behind at times
to see what you may have passed
it might be glory
there are these places
that make you realize just how
perfect this all is
some obstacles are
friends to help cross the river
reach to grab their hands
some falls strip the land
of life — a moment of loss
— a trail remembered
in this fern canyon
the walls reach with green fractals
grabbing drops of breath
hyphae balconies
line the fallen ones — these trees
changing state — matter
I see you growing
connected beneath it all
one and yet many
personalities
seem to flourish even here
on the forest floor
a kiss in the light
of an ancient tenderness
lasts through ev'ry morn
we all lean in time
bending to the winds of life
growing towards light
so, I have this hope
that through decomposition
healing will happen
sometimes we just stand
at the edge of a vast cliff
unaware of depths
superposition
exists within you — up — down
until you observe
oh, this cathedral
is all that I need — to pause
and be connected
the most ancient braid
twists the annals of forest
from earth into sky
tentacles sprout and
whisper of what is below
roots among the roots
when light hits your face
breathe out and evaporate
the mists of what was
you are paradox
the contour of the ocean
infinite — changing
radiate this thought
of absolute gratitude
into earth’s fiber
at the edge of thought
let the ocean of stillness
rise upon your shores
such smallness under
this majestic canopy
— primordial light
this lunar star dance
among the waves of this sphere
are perceived — are heard
headlands are a place
to let gentle ocean winds
blow through inner self
november flowers
at the edge of the vast sea
whisper of color
the churning beauty
of overwhelming power
humbles this being
I see your small hand
touch the halo of the moon
gathering the night
textures of autumn
paint colors upon this land
to be remembered
and as the sun sets
the shadow rises upon
your contours — beacon
this contemplation
of earth and sky — coalesced
is ephmeral
Photography created with iPhone, snapseed and distressedFx from the coast and redwoods of California.
