Sunday, September 28, 2014


Sometimes the reflection
is easier to look at than the actual sky
When the water is still
details are clearer
colors are richer
light is less intense
The sky itself is so penetrating
the rays from the sun just a little too bright
The warmth is visceral and overwhelms you
The soft skin of the wind brushes your cheeks and holds your face
When the senses are stimulated it is distracting and impossible to see the experience objectively
On the other hand, 
why would you want to 
Experience is not objective
It's not logical
There is no formula 
It pulls and pushes in whatever way the want goes
and if you fight the current, you will drown 
Better to learn how to ride
Close your eyes
Let the moment carry you
Like a ripple that slides across the surface
Or a cloud that transforms with each gust
Or the dancing water diamonds that hypnotize 
Let the trance relieve you from the sky's imposition
But in the evening, or in the morning
when the luminance is soft
You will always return your gaze to the heavens
For the reflected illusion lays only on the surface
and the sky...
It holds no limits
Gets deeper 
the longer you look into it
Is renewed with every passing second
Is made of the very same thing that you are
And even when you turn away
it will always be there

Sept. 28th, 2014

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


Soft, intangible
quick and lucid
Gentle and slippery 
transparent and reflective
The human body is made up of approximately 65% water
Sometimes more
Sometimes less
Beginning with the perfect balance
Changing as time goes by
Dependent upon the physiological need
Determined by environmental influence
Relative to what has been exerted and what has been replenished
Beings in a constant state of flow
dancing around the perfect balance
We try with all our might to stay fixed 
hold perfectly still
then the slack line flexes 
the center is lost
We reach the tipping point
there is no other choice but to fall 
Equilibrium will be achieved when the struggle for control is relinquished 
Only when we learn to flex and sway with movement
no longer pushing against kinetic forces 
that move through our bodies 
from the inside out and back again
Buoyancy is achieved through submersion
surrendering trust to the comfort of cradle
relentless fits of splashing erupt from the depths
Desperate gulps of air ingested in the midst of a loss filled panic
search for the space between drinking and drowning
Fear of not knowing how to swim freezes heartache into place
halting the beauty of liquid
If only I could soften
If only I could soften
If only I could soften
If only the sun could peek out long enough to melt 
iceberg illusions of looming destruction 
into waterfalls of release and relief
Thundering through pain and resistance
rushing to destined direction
swift and rolling
strong, clear and nimble
undulating and sensual