grief

transformation

power

grief

integrated

clinging

for things

and memo

rivers of

tears

before

healing

catch up

the breathe

feel the

difference

go inside

experience

we try

integrate…

oneness.

voices

yes, we

listen

inner voices

keep

our life

small

shrink

to feel

secure

safe

we 

may

want

to feel

authentic to

breath

dance

and sing,

to learn

from

beauty.

at horizon

at horizon

the moon too

small

to show

love

unconditional

sun

thriving

coach us

daily

even 

no summer

but Indian

leaves at

 fire

in hearts

 chamber

of secrets

hidden

ourselves

consciously

we observe

our body

taken by

instinct

to survive

we starving

abruptly stopped

the effort 

undo

unlearn

reframe

to build

a new habit

no holding

back...

a wall

relationships

wall

pink shaft

stagnant

awakened

by thought

wave-particle

world

quantum

duality,

the way 

to find

momentum,

position to reach

the chemistry,

protect yan-yin

cluster

envision

it’s framed

a stamp in

my face

a vase 

with bubbles

pouring

through the top

overflowing

a sun

yellow

(paper?)

it’s a grocery store

an apron 

he’s bald

medieval talk

the cross passing

thoughts

ping-pong

lol

return

every time

I’m in a store

a heart opener 

adjusting

an intent

to stay

vital

every sec

create

momentum

more

than eye

sees, and ocean

water level

20 feet above 

normal

storm surges

kills innocents

new moon

seesaw-ing

on one side

doubt

the vortices

eye of the

storm 

staring

still

neutral

observing

game playing

in a garden

no calling

black or white

avoid

yes and no

you accept an invitation?

maybe

no pressure

though

will you go

to ball?

who knows

we say

trading time

well, in public

ugly, barking

anything goes

mimicking,

monkey-like

mankind...

balancing

we’re

losing

ground

which

pole

south

or north

balance

soul

no words

looks

zentangles

patterns

a kite

dreaming

of sky

your

eyes

trapped

in slots

face

screaming

save

no mercy

days

drumming

off

summer

punch off

my

life

planning

the white

board of

squares

who in 

and out 

empty

and crossed

who curious

amp

the star

across

my eyes

attention

game

late

afternoon

our

conscious

play

in labyrinth

thoughts

I notice 

you

again