TO LIGHT OMEGA
the trail is never ending
in the lucid dust of existence
dune songs stepped within ancient steeples
mountain mind crafts
churches for infinite pilgrims
we are but eternal seeds
a small grain in a grandiose universe
cauldron miracles
goes thanks and praise
a longing to hit the indian roads
an admission of greatness
yearning for a wilderness tincture
of cats claw and slippery elm
a thick patch of golden black eyed susan
to jump into with a wide open heart
a divine gurgle erupting from the inside
to explode and angelically awaken

THE LAPPING WAVE

It is a familiar sound

a welcomed rap at the door

an angelic repeat, a spirit replay

how many of there are you 

that traveled such distances from far off galaxies

to meet in divine avenues

transversing an illustrious mystery

this rock we are on full of rich particles and giant windows

for peering and seeking

a bio feedback of fate and destiny

that knocks and knocks and knocks

silent prayers and holy incantations

to all familial gold water cells

let me in

SEA MANTIS

long ago near an abandoned quarry

we swam in a rapturous floating garden

with frail force and the energy of dainty oceanic winds

stalking invisible nothings like a topical bruise cream

you crept along basking in a buttery sunlight

a kind prayer casts moss green symphonies

conjuring medicinal dreams

and tuning frequencies to the abiding sounds of nature

rendered and whirling

a cosmic torque somehow 

happened there

ALGEANSPRINGS
the forest is the sea
from these depths there are infinite reefs of welfare
scholarships of verdant greens, blurred visions frosty like iced asparagus
in a state of preservation
promise it was the tide, the weather, and the magnetic possibilities that vortexed the mystery
they are to blame
for the wrecked comets of lichen and moss 
and a spurious sunken lighthouse
there might have been more  
and this only a shadow
an emerald phantom harboring beneath the ocean's glistening sheet
languid and whispering

CLIFFS THUNDER

pa star ponders big thoughts at high tide

from the tugboat circling a distant glacier

a thick ruddy baton for paddling grapples 

swept up logs for ceremony

to form new old habitats

enough swan steps 

the vicar calls from the shoreline

archaeological ruins recovered beyond cosmos

a handful of monumental artifacts the size and shape of angelic peas

what might float away

kind hearts 

illuminating sandy flats

cave prints collected

divine fossils resurrected 

boom rang the sea ministry 

EARTH OMEGA

O great crystalline 

the end is merely the beginning

lead me lapidary to your mountains of superstition

well up your gold

bow to the bow, the riffle, the arrow 

the scrubland of charged soil, dry earth, and death

spirit medicine desert keepers

ignite a united clearing

cardinal points to community nomads

patches of elementals woven in ornate tapestries

honey calcite, himalayan quartz, jasper, copper king, slate and soaptree,

long neck cacti clusters with worshiping arms

with solid feet the barren oceans lair  

formed the final, the infinite, the everlasting

particles of us

SCOTT TO GLADE PRUNE TO GRASS WEEP THE WAND, SAID TREE

amongst earnest grasses and low-growing herbs often I dream of you dear forager

for in the moss and fungi bearing harvestable fruit invisible to those 

who tramp with merry strides

tiny lavender wax flowers that smell of sod and pine will lay and keep

collected by delicate hands and arranged dearly 

arrested in rapture

prissy oak 

put an end to this magic forestry

it was in the many emerald coves we gathered gems when spring was ripe 

I want more, I wish more

from these doldrum winds

fuss over me gently

whisper please whisper

tease out these lavish buttons

spectrums of green like mantis in the wood by a stream