Imagine this earth before any living today can speak of.
It is the elements that have always been.
Mountains eroding slowly to the beach as grains of sand.
Imagine this earth as it was before.
When the air has an unrealized fragrance .
When birds awoke to the same sun, nightingales sang lullabies under a moonlit sky.
Waves washed ashore seeding another beachhead with treasures from a distant land.
The stars in the skies were farther.
Life moved with this rhythm becoming with the dark then waking with light reaching into the blue .
And here I sit writing a thought of spirit not a philosophy.
There were eclipses seen by the tall grasses, they seeded back into their earth, their meadow sent a collective wave of colour to an evening of stars.
Then somewhere a lake reflecting a world speaks of the rain~ memory of being taken inside by the tongue quenching a thirst then purring through emerald eyes under a canopy sky, full of stars.
Sighing, the lake reflects another sentient piece of earth skyward.
And here, we are in wonder of what remains encoded.
In our bodies, as memories, finding another that understands, gifting a puzzle piece into your palms.
This picture familiar so clear mercurial and alive. Goosebumps rise when we sigh into a starry night .
Till the stars’ furrow encircle this mind.
Earthen nest of plaited starlight threading chosen constellations . Scrying skies pool bestirring an infinite subtle glow,
like caught ambers bug suspended in eternity .
Chatoyant stones shimmer upon this obsidian dome,
as embers entering with a piercing sound.
Fireflies blink an ode, their courtship of mystery glowing.
Here earth speechlessly circles a hidden sun.
Dawn breathes a brush of living into fading stars a lighter blue . Not for the earthen red orange unfolding sun rises ,
thoughts should quench hunger while circling around a sunstar
eddy of a pool going some round then nowhere .
Pole sticks, pierce inside earth a shallow hole,
aligned with a constant point our constellations circle.
Polaris tethers nite circling stars round a center
tilling fires turning drawing wheel of stones .
I woke up from a dream, like Beetle peeking through soil, malachite moist dewdrops of static globes glisten crystalline.
Scrying awake beside such mirroring beauty.
For a long dormant dream colours, becoming a beetles hypnotic gaze. Pheromone of stars evoke senses. Tasting drops of moisture beside a memory unfolds. Rolling pieces that plait earth becoming a ball.
Beetle flips upside down upon his emerald shell wings, fluttering scratch a rhythmic ode to the stars. While legs weave a sextet pattern , calling to divine nights Pleiades cluster .
Venus with Jupiter reflect. Beetle dreams blending a potion, a magick dance to the other side of earth rolling earth into a ball.
this evening inner warmth,
beneath such crystalline shimmering stars.
pulsing exhale of a thought taken by a chilly breeze.
A whisper, a story once again, beheld within earths being.
Moon comes milky seeding evening east glow.
Crimson mars, dolphin to the ship of the moon,
together sky the western side of night stream.
Somewhere inside a memory today
I watched clouds holding the aqua blue sky hostage,
forever in my moments gaze.
Sometimes I hear a voice that beckons away another reality.
later guides my breath back to the sky.
this mind becomes pictured, drawn the moments
palette of sky thoughtless now,
a soul remains like a spiral shell
cast upon this shore shimmering
This spell dose of beauty.
this dormant place the awoken inside wonder,
remains of trails twine like our fingers braided pulse
recall that once thoughts placed mind into letters,
treasured away inside a forgotten star box,
whose legs carved form an anima to the constellations
Inside where butterflies talk,
pattern new to wolf spider tracing what the clouds were doing,
her glisten of silk a line patterned a touch closer.
Thought became the evenings trunk of the giant oak,
that leans upward to the stars.
that whispered my mind,
to how they hold the stars into earth.
There is this stillness before all the stars come out.
looking up high to a lapis sky at twilight,
justly a couple of shining planets that reflect the hidden sun .
This wash of sapphire across the vault of another silent evening . Caught tween memory waiting for a starry sky,
vibrating another darkness deeply .
Here stillness whispers as each star awakens from the veil of light.
It is this vespertine between, an anxious sigh of what remains slipping a long hold of day.
There was a halo round the sun.
But this is the night coming awake as the light blue becomes beauty.
a blackness of wonder flowering shards changing a timeless ceiling.
This evening will hold no moon.
Just stars and planets sending light from the hidden sun.
Here I listen to these stars.
find a thought tucked away evaporate to these awakening stars .
What will the morning be like, when daylight infuses away night. Here under countless stars, some a certain colour like rubies, others glow as stencils of amber, always a disk of silver stars that create some memory that ancients connected, each point into a hero or heroine found scribed upon a flattened surface.
Shall we abandon myths and legends and redraw the stars. Before daylight infuses this night away, dare we raise our minds with each heartbeat gazing into what always will be. You feel this earth moving, is it the stars washing tides through this far away mind.
What will night tides bring into one that settles into a restful dream. Your held with reflection upon this still lake of being. Light even paints in this darkness kaleidoscopic turnings. Sweet upon the nakedness of soul .