what is this beating?

What is this beating
The constant slow droning
Banging on the door
Rapping upon my vessel
Pumping life and wonder
And of course
Confusion

What is this beating
Tapping my fingers
Begging my eyes
For just a glance
Just a silhouette of a fleeting chance
How it hits
How it rips
Rippling through my insides
These waves pound my thoughts
My dreams, my walks
My life

What is this beating
That just won’t stop
The funny thing
Through all the pain and loneliness and wine and long nights
I don’t want it to
Stop that is
Because it fills me with dreams
And the high notes that become the bookmarks of
This quick transient existence

What is this beating emanating from my heart
How it aches, how it keeps me alive
How it breaks, and dives into the skies
How it allows me to soar
How it throws me to the floor
I love this beating rhythm
That sings with the birds
And shimmers with the celestial canopy
Mimicking the sounds of the seasons
And cycles of the moon

What is this beating but the drive of my life
The music of my soul
The harmony of desire and reality
I cherish it so
The high and the low
The darkness and the glow
That emanate from my pores
Singing aura of constant change

What is this beating but me
Subtle energy of thought becoming action
Seed becomes fruit
My tongue aches for a taste
Bitter or sweet
It reeks of relief
As do we all
Begging for understanding and intrigue
Begging of unknown chances
The drumming of what is yet to come
Eager for existence
That is what it is
Listen inside and become the slow beat
Adjusting to our demand
Becoming our moods

What is this beating
But the song of our life
The question becomes
Do we tap our foot to the rhythm
Or do we dance.

i put you to my ear

Dancing in the clouds
Watching the heat lightning
Pulse in fleeting beats
Like fireflies spastically flashing
Dancing in the clouds of my mind
These lights are axons and neurons
Synapses of serenity
Surrounded by thoughts of you
Slow dancing in these clouds
the scales are the same
Billowing in my brain
Echoing in the folds and chasms
These chants stretch
As fires of mass interact
And I can barely make out your silhouette
Painted in moon glow
Painted in passion
I howl with the coyotes in lunacy
Smiling at the soft light
Watching you dancing in the clouds
Of my billowing brain
This lighting strikes so hard
Electrifying my core
Shooting through the shoots and branches
And roots and romances
Of fractal delight forming our shells
I put you to my ear
And hear so much more than the waves.

paths guide us

Thunder clap
Spiderwort and dieing trillium
Speckle the way
Giving way
To bursts of color
Flaming azalea
Oranges and yellows like paint drops
Dripping from creativity
And beauty
And survival

Mountain passes
The trail leads us down the path
The path
Enlightenment
Third eye calibration
From the source
Craggy overlooks
Moonset and sunrise
Sunset and moonrise
Swaying valleys show the way
Magnetic forces spin us round
And we hang on with a mixture of fear and delight
That chase each other as the day and night
Emotional landscapes shift like the seasons
And we begin to realize the resemblance
Of what’s on the inside
And what’s on the out.

a cool breeze stirring about

Rising is heaven and good is the world.
Platitudes…soft chuckle
A smooth cool breeze floating by
Curving and wisping
Smiling and rolling on through the mountains
Valleys and streams, rocks and leaves, bow and hold steadfast
All whisper back in recognition
And peace at the sweet passing
The wind whips and tears
At our eyes and hair
Flopping and flowing
Dog ears and dogwood flowers
Wild is the wind
Falling as petals push me over the edge
Drift smells of lavender and lily
Pollen scrambles for awaiting love
You kiss the back of my neck
And I shudder in delight.

rubbin the dew off

Rubbin’ the dew off
Because the night rubs on me
And I don’t mind it as much
If we rub off on each other

As water appears on the grass
We roll around like children
Greeting the sun
But you already brought light
To my eyes
And the fire of desire to my heart

Rubbin’ the dew off
While this heat evaporates
These thoughts
Back into the great aerial ocean
I’m awaiting the vapor to return
Like your eyes upon me.

Some Pictures of the Summer

A few pictures as of late...



a timber rattler suns on a nice outcropping. (story about this particular snake coming soon)



the lady herself, the black widow



all legs and eyeballs



roan mountain moonrise



the pastoral childhood. my nephew and dog back home on the farm.



butterflies on milkweed



luna moth photoshoot

mesa luna

Sometimes things seem to happen when we least expect them to, so is life. I think time to time in our lives we wonder if we are on the path we are supposed to be on, if the fates have given up on us or if we have given up on our fate, and sometimes, we get little reminders that things are alright and we are where we are supposed to be at this point, and it happened to me recently. Doubt sprouts in everyone sometimes, its unavoidable, but we keep going, and our path continues to grow and change and return to what will be.

Yes, I am obsessed with the moon and happy to admit it. Some may say it borderlines lunacy. Anything that breaks off from us and stays and spins around us helping stabilize us deserves respect in my book. And its just so dreamy, full of late nights and wandering minds. And on some of those rare sightings when the moon rises and sets it sure does shine rich with color. I happened to stumble upon it setting the other night and had a great little moment.

I had planned to do a vision quest during my 2 week break, but sometimes things don't always go according to plan, and sometimes that's a good thing. While my vision quest got postponed for a little bit i experienced many other realizations.



Mesa luna
dark amber with diffracted sun sap
orange with setting glee
as a shooting star falls above and into the celestial canopy
for a moment arcing down directly through the moon
last sliver disappears into the horizon

What does it all mean?
I just stepped outside to clear my head
I was hardly ready for such grand and raw events
I take it
as I do all falling flaming stars
that happen as I happen to look up

Reaffirmation of the path
a marker for the journey
a compass point to reassure
that we cannot always question
but from time to time must realize
that we are where we are supposed to be
in that quick fleeting moment
in the instant of our existence
that all is okay and while we
may deter
from the spiraling cone
of our lives homeostasis
in this moment
we are home
where we are meant to be in this moment of space and time
of our ever changing ethos
and with that sweet and sharp
caressing peace of mind
we smile and retire
to the sleep of the just
so we can remember our dreams
and fulfill our fates.