~ Before Human Thought ~

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 .

Vesper drew the new moon

As this evening sky opened the mouth of the other side,
there so evenly sliced floating much as another dream swallowed by stillness.
Who drew this new moon to this shore,
blew an earthly breath of surprise, an evening light from another realm piercing through another side,                                        where in this sight that cupped Orion’s Belt, beckons past with prescient now this porcelain phosphor sliver moon.

          Like a clean shaven hermit conjuring, widening float parting of a mouth,                                                                                      it is but a new moon drawn by light,                                                                                                                                                        like the curve of a birds body in flight,                                                                                                                                                      for here a moment transports a whisper of thought,                                                                                                                        playing a forgotten pattern,                                                                                                                                                                whiling turn of this earth gently kisses lower into horizon,                                                                                                                   heart beats give a thought surrendered,

Oh yes there in the west again so red,                                                                                                                                         a crimson mars king wished to scry the mirrored crescent bowl,                                                                                                   casting ripples entering moist into the mouth of light.                                                                                                                          Vesper drew the new moon to this shore with an earthly breath, a surprise of evening light.

Otherness

When shadows feign upon grounds once ruled by the sun ,new moon recalls with higher stars what always remains of the suns glow. This quarter season waits, stories are told, starry are these skies of winter. Seen are the breaths escaping bodies to the planets
This quarter season beauty coming from within winter, evening tone, a vespertine array of sentient stars remember, sun climes beyond alabaster sky hidden, a ritual unstoppable, takes time away, an internal strobe flickering moments, still pictures in the album of your mind on a wheel turning, this sol system like an eddy of water turning slowly drawn round and round beside the shore of this galactic river.

Remains this Day

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.

Drop of the Tear

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Awaking from dream inside an opening eye, this place between, floating upon the sea of sleep, yet not released from the cocoon of sleep. Immediate echo of an etherial song bird, pronouncing a sunlight justly. Listened to this before, this prescience of thought catches up, gathering the decades which this bird remembered, holding a songs memory, a clarity of notes piercing dawn. For the sunrise is ancient, just a stream of moments, this is another melody timeless.
Raindrops sing like a tide does coming ashore, listen just to their descending chorus. For every drop of rain once was in your body, each half of infinity rained together gave many lifetimes to remember you have been here before and before and before. Here you listen to held memories on the song of rain, a spell timeless, together with the red beak of memory and the subtle chime of rainfall. For this dawn is ancient, awash of moments inside the melody of timelessness.
Taste your lovers tear, awakened by the etherial song bird, be carried to a salty ocean shore when placed to your lips. Each drop down the cheek holds a capsule of memory, a microcosm of lifetimes.
Stories told that once spiraled glass vials were crafted to hold the salty tears of happiness and pools of rainwater held exotic fishes that would pollinate the flowers that bent near the surface. Where the sunrise is ancient and the etherial bird sings of another stream of moments.

4 – 6 – 2014

~ Sometimes I sense another ~

Are you gazing at the stars.
I went outside, this feeling with another, a vault of stars, scrying into a bestirring pool. refreshing call dispels chatter which humans undo beauty.
Refreshed to listening
pulse of night swaying waver – ring strummed, sung to stars infinite high.
breathing beside another, exhales lift to irresistible stars .
I travel round then round till tonights stars call my body outside.
these stars were once the day stars covered by light above the clouds meander,
seeking the other side of twilight earth.
Australian night stars dream of polar stars unseen.
slow turning earth beside another sun sets this dreamtime sailing a rhythmic movement .
it is just the tilting of earth, that pace this sun coming up.
Then likewise down upon horizontal landmarks
take my hand and grow old with mine in this linear time
Stars are forever with moon glowing through centuries.
Stones that shimmer into our atmosphere, delivering wakes of colour,
rippling this short life. Indicating a point in time,
past rhythms come to startle a dream, awaking another reality.
Another body, gazing another sky filled pallet of colouring stars
take my hand
fold this ripple timeless under the stars .

10 -5 – 12

Quench

Quench ~

             I like the sound that quenching sings. where sound touches in a wordless world, quenching a soul breathless.  I like that soundless tactile of drying sand shifting through fingers, while a sun sets quenches the sightless horizon.     Like the way a wave quenches the grains of a dry beach yet again.

            Quenched sands glimmer a hand of stars between fingers pause. Quenching slow rains strobe a way,         where memory was found misplaced, once upon a sleeping city listens to the oceans subtle roar. And the pearl of a midnight sky pulses from lightning, a stillness beneath.

            Yet between, binds earth, the chorus of aural creatures, filling quiet undulation,

            quivers a nests beneath this pearl in a midnight sky.

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