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These are two bits I wrote January or February of this year.
I remember the day when the Desert Haiku came to me very clearly.
I was standing at a point in my life with two paths before me.
Outside, feet on the path - head in the sky - clear view all around.
I knew which way to turn.
It is good to remember that....

Desert Haiku
dry stone in the sun
thoughts flying up with the wind
soaring like a hawk

(just impressions....)

I walk
sunlight as water
I run
flowing into the sky
I soar
released

to dark

my veneer is thin lately

gathering
pulled into pieces
like roots burrowed into rock
I am too many

life-line
slowly falling back
into the arms of darkness
face up to the sun

amalgam

something a little different tonight....
9 Lives
"half your life"
words whispered to me from the grey as I walk my path
"half your life"
carnival voice pulling laughter from the air
"half your life"
from the phone, dropped into my ear
Yes, maybe so,
but only until
now.
Not stopping, ever forward,
quick as the sun rising in the desert.
If I have had two halves of a life already-
which life am I on now?
Full and rising moon
over deep blue mountains.
I am above, and going higher
lives stretched out before me
glowing blue white
on a glittering dark road
through the horizon
to the other side
and back to me
Why should cats have all the fun?

tears
in the wake of change
foam flecked waves wash over me
salt dries on my skin

safety net
wherever I go
tendrils of warm light follow
from my heart, to yours

sometimes I have no choice but
to try and get the words out
whether they make sense
or not

all the above....

I hadn't gotten out (out=outside) really in a few days, for one reason or another. It was grey today, unusual really. I was doing something I'm sure I thought was extremely important,
when I glanced out the window...
I was out the door and gone in seconds flat.
The sun was flashing a deep gold from beneath the clouds.
gilding every edge with light
on the near mountains
the shadows, sharp as cobalt glass
the horizon, purple velvet
and below the glowing, twisting clouds
the sky - so clear,
the blue endless
and colourless
all at once
colours. light. shapes.
there is so much–
this is a sky of hope
contradictions
passion
wonder
this is life

words - so inadequate

the healing
walking in twilight
I glimpsed that land beyond
and let myself go