Month: September 2017

and wasnt it now more then ever that we needed the language if the heart to be spoken?  in broad daylight and at night...


in my hands

So lets place the capstone, and make our new language then? or a few bottle caps and a mobile and some sun light.. i was waiting in the late summer for the next few seasons to see the mustard plant of next year.. holding a wild gord in my hand...

A Golden Road..

then  she reared her head in my direction, riding bare back on the beast she said," i eat rocks, i eat diamonds.." my sword plunged into her and threw into the beast.. dividing everything in every direction the beast began its deaththrows and that world she was lay silent  finished Golden roads worlds ahead..


what were you waiting for? the rhythm couldnt have been in a better spot to make the transition from telling to harmony from singularity to concious flow  two notes  not in discord harmony balance it was never something that complicated.. just love