Certainty?...Certainly not!

i came to play
in a ground of seek,
peek-a-boo
and I see you too.

Here are ground rules,
(from a dusty discord)
a hazy admonishment
from the scared to death world.

Ok, i will play and learn what you teach
a rotten egg song on a dark spongey peach...

Please go on, where I spent my time
in a an endless fury of rhythm and rhyme.

i've got nothing but time.

Here in the Now and here in the know
I've got a bag full of uncertainty

and places to go.

Where it will take me?

i'll never really know.

I'm just enjoying the show!

Golden Grid of Gaia

A sleep interrupted
a sheep intercepted
a deep speculation
a shorn sword revealed.

One is a given
the word is a ribbon
the world is a gibbon
born of bone and steel.

You are a starlight
the dust of the harlot
the hare of the moon
the sun and the stars.

Make your way merry
there isn't no hurry
eternal is shining
a work of divining...

I AM... breathe.
No tricks up your sleeve?

Within is a haven
without a black raven
and heaven is heavy
for the waiting of peeve.

I came and I thought with believe,
my heart is the joyful reprieve,
I surrender to the light I receive,

and live to my artful naive...

(communication gridlock)

A golden grid on a canvas of pink
is a lovely state of being I think.








Life is a matter
of whether or chatter
a channel of illusion
but from the confusion

comes Love.