As the seed ascends — completing its dream The…flowers…fade — (their time passed) — as the work of bees — (completed so perfectly) moves to — other spaces… Walkers — feel the sun — they miss — the flowers of Spring Their memories short — for now they wait — upon the fruit — so oblivious So unconcerned — with — the soil, sun & rain — the wind and bees — all the workers — divinity puts in place That each of us might

She is small — she walks slowly Watching her balance — seeking colors — that she might gather — the goodness — that surrounds — her youthful way… In the desert — her footprints — gift joy — to calloused walkers — those looking down — lost in worries — so numerous — that they forget — the grace — of wildflowers — and the treasure — of a child’s smile….

If we see — the flower — without the bee — we miss — the greater joy — (of magic community)… As we look — we might find 10,000 tiny things — singing — a chorus of praise — helping — All good things raise — a vision — (Spanning past — every horizon)… Welcome — to the neighborhood Welcome — to the place of love There is room — for you…and…me — and a thousand — unseen Possibilities… #UnseenDiversity

The shadows stretch — a proof…of time… …(At least for those — in need of proof)… The restless wander — as the curious — swim amongst — their wonders …(a practice — further securing reality) What place is this — what time — what purpose — what meaning… All the while — One Tree stands Reaching for heaven — while deeply rooted — in its home… (A place — for Life Neither paradise — nor hell)… Perhaps — thought the questioner

At the end — of the day As the sun — slips away The One Tree — asks the Sitter What — of the bees?

She broke the earth — still frozen — An unfortunate — Winter of Endings — where treachery — drained — the blood of kings — all to leave — his work unfinished — his bride angry — weeping — in the silent snow… She left him there — under the stones — by a lake — without a memory… #RagnarsGrave #TheLastKingdom #GraveByTheLake

Look to the moon — finding saving Hope… Look to the stars — revealing abundance… Look to the soil — reveling in your place… Look past the night — into the days that come… Look beyond it all — see Love smiling back… Grace — permits presence… If we look — we might see — and in the seeing — meld…into — what — only dreamers make… Look to the moon…

Sometimes — we sing in silence A tune — needing no words Its music — a composition — of the ease of breath — the absence — of lingering pain… A construct — of gratitude — celebrating Now — and the stream — flowing from Before — into — the opportunities — of tomorrows — those times — for dreams to stand Dusting off — the failed attempts Leaving only — the reasons why And…the energy — empowering talents —

In the desert — each precious life A celebration — of life & victory… A monument — to Possibility — and a creation — never finished… When — the Water comes Green explodes — presenting flowers — (short-lived — but blessing — every moment — with hope & seed)… Sustaining — countless things — finding rest — within the tan & brown that place of refuge — when each day ends… What some call hell — is…home —