Saturday, June 23, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
alfa driven
Flying home on hwy one at midnight. Top down, hoodie up ..bomber jacket and goggles against cold night air. Hendrix on. Dialed in to my transport vehicle. Cashed in my chips earlier and ducked out of Newport Beach so I could be in Santa Barbara by midnight. No traffic now ..just white lines and yellow flashing lights to guide me on the dark twisty roads of Malibu. Ocean moving to my left. I dunno ..just don’t have the fortitude for weekends in LA / OC anymore. While passing through Summerland the air turns fragrant ..like incense. Feels like home.
transport vehicle |
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
branching streams
branching streams
flowing in darkness
somewhere inside
an uncharted mind.I follow a trail
of present experience
flickering scenes
arriving each instance.swirling mist clears
a landscape appears
I see rocky cliffs receding
giant boulders looming
and careening water splashes
like laughter as it passes.swirling mist clears
pine trees appear
a grassy meadow
can be seen
when I look in-between.swirling mist clears
ancient redwoods appear
I follow a switch-back trail
earth passes underneathswirling mist clears
a mountain peak rises
above the fogginess below
into vibrant sunny glow.swirling mist clears
a calm pool appears.
I stop to consider
the wandering mind
thoughts arriving
thoughts dissolving,
narrating the story
of passing existence.
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