there’s the being nowhere
then there’s the bringing of all that I am and have been to each ordinary cup of coffee and spoken letter
there’s the letting of the truth run free and wild at midnight in bathtubs with weightless witches from Marrakesh
how life rejoices with us in those unrestrained temptuos unfoldings
how it resonates to our music and sings back to us in the form of signs and synchronicities
howling like the pure life of wolves in sparkling darkness
constantly dawning
carrying the weight of worlds on feather back
shielding storms with deep breaths and sighs
life, my guide, you render my vision into paintings of pure light and tend the garden of eden for playful delights
we might as well call it guilt free roaming
sorrow-filled and ecstasy unbounded
life glorily as it is
life glorily as it is
unspeakable and sincere