In my mirror, the sun…read about it here in Earthy Nature
Hanging with my friends on a beautiful sunny day, I noticed the moon shining in the afternoon’s blue skies and told them this…how to find south with the moon
beating like, a mad man drummer.
touching me, yet not my lover.
startling, static energy.
speaking, truths not forgery.
joining too, embodied with you.
As children, my sister and I would lie on the bed and take turns closing our eyes while the other, starting from the wrist, tickled up your arm using the fairest touch done in tiny-roaming circles. If the squirming soul with their eyes closed correctly guessed when the other reached the inside crease at the elbow—they got to be tickled again—if not, which was usually the case, places were switched. Have fun trying it. J
Exactly what is it YOU see? Click here for a page I started, titled Earthy Nature, where you will find what I saw.
Ancient Gasoline: a gallon
Decaying wood: a ton piled high
Ten inches of freshly fallen angel white snow
Light winds, perfect for fanning the flames
I love a good burn!
Wrapping cloth soaked in lamp oil around a stick
Standing back, the smoke will be thick
A simple flick of the bic
Flames burst from the pit!
Once the burn is established
Everything collected—useless—and old
Goes on to be turned to flames of gold
That is when
The memories burn!
I stand in dirty snow
Letting forever go
What I once loved
My hands are gloved.
Ashes—far they fly!