He was good.

The given call, what a grand gesture of love!

A marigold that danced with the beckoning of the winds.

Seemingly everywhere his image, I find by chance.

Yet still, a bend missed by fate.

My brother,

he sleeps well among the marigolds....

The touch of man.

Slices through the willow with great despair.

When the stars have reached boiling point.

Ending upon ending, they weep.

Brothers and sisters speak of the sky.

They wish it had been them instead.

Shining with great ardor....

The sign of an eye

Bright star of chance and change near

Step across the plain

Connection lies in fresh bloom

Seasons roll and we remain...

To be seen strips you naked.

Stained by malice, the coating cracked from the inside.

The doll will not love you if you believe it cannot.

Visualization of the conscious mind—do not think of it as heavy.

In the hand of the gardener you have always been right.

And soon,

yet fragile flesh embraced.

The sun will know and blessed be the reunion....

“When is something beautiful?”

All creation appointed to seek the reply.

But the wind carries the celebration of angels, swirling all around!

The sight of mountains and rivers overflow my heart!

Fractions of time bending and winding.

You remain still…

but the earth does not.

The patient mind awaits.

Revelation pursues the sound.

“When is something beautiful?”

“When you decide it is.”...

When you spoke and the world followed,

“I AM.”

The whispering of the stones.

Sunlight reflecting in the air.

The sing of the stream and the path it takes.

Animals and all their secrecy.

Essense of the soul with all that flows.

Ideas brilliant, sung, and long forgotten.

Even a moment’s glance.

In all things, love exists.

In all things you reside—eternally....

How beautiful it was to laugh together.

The alignment of us, here in this singular moment.

Will you remember that we existed, here, like this.

Sisters, four of a kind.

Faded memories but the moment was there, somewhere in time we existed.

And it was well....

Scream out for hope.

Though the roof is silent there is rejoicing.

Recognition of beauty, become my truest joy.

Think of what you have found.

What you have forgotten....

The purpose is none.

No one knows the reason.

As there is no meaning, the way is to create it.

Say it exists.

Say it’s important.

Beauty in art.

Beauty of the intellectual mind.

Seek it, find it, engage with it.

You are you because.

Because it is so, you chose it....

Laughter echoes through.

Wisdom’s face looking at me.

Pointing to the mount.

I had to write one for a class and sorta liked it....