Re-Earth Myself

I didn’t want to lose my earth through all my air I hate when I can’t find my feet

Ether

Where the clouds hang low So we can reach the creative flow Beyond what is told So we can unfold ancient know The light between sight and sound Holding what is mysteriously profound

Infinite

When you feel like you should do something you probably should because when you miss a moment it is gone for good. Just as no passing cloud will ever be duplicated, no sunset can set the same, no tree is identical to another, no wind will produce the same current. A boundless sea of stories…

Security

These elements that appear separate For the first time I see through them… through their perspective The warmth, the wind, the rain, the seasons in between The standpoint from which they view the surrounding world The emotions of the tides and the gracious gratitude of renewal No matter what is beyond the horizon it is…