Tempest rest

I smell you 

in the rain

your breath

is the steam

rising from the soil

still hot from the afternoon sun

it whispers my name

in between lightning strikes

and rolling thunder

the constant tap

of the falling raindrops

on my skin

is your heartbeat

syncing with my own

the wind flows through me

I am the tree

you are my storm

 

Wet what

whether in weathered

rain or ocean deep

or standing against

the river water rush

it drips, it drowns

it pulls it all away

it pressurizes in

its silent dark depths

and flows through all

the inner streams

it is the glass

calling for a sip

it is the fog that

blurs reality's sight

it is the ice that bites

and the steam that stings

it is the stirring in

the sky that inspires

children to see things

other than what they are

it is the vast sea that 

keeps people apart only

to incite them to

take the journey across

it is the tapping 

on the windows

or the tears from the

windows of the soul

Nice trip?

those thoughts 

tripped and fell

and were lost

to the cracks

in the sidewalk

to that world

where ants dig

out after down

pours of rain

where weed

seeds gather

and create a

micro climate

amid scorching

suns in July

those thoughts

can only be 

found again 

through use of

a screwdriver

and patience

 

Idling

the value of nothing

is priceless

yet doing nothing

is something

allowing what

will be is silencing

the will in

the great emptiness

of choosing

not to choose

it's surrendering the will

to the one who gave it

everything and anything

will always find nothing

for there is inertia in

both stillness and movement

and the void will not

last long

Trusting the process

I can feel it

every time

I'm reminded

that all of it

isn't just a

figment of

some dream

that all the

signals and

all the little

crumbs that

someone has

left along the

trail are true

they are all

guidance on

my path to you

 

Other than just now

somewhere in the outer

orbit the stardust glimmers

somehow inside you that

same stardust glimmers

sometime that stardust

will return to the outer orbit

somewhere in the peripheral

the light shines brightest

somehow the brightest light

comes from within you

sometime you will learn

to let that light shine out

somewhere just out of reach 

the sweetest music plays

somehow the sweetest music

resounds from within you

sometime everyone will hear

the sweetest music from you

somewhere, somehow

sometime other than just now

is the moment that has

been waiting forever for you

Tarot ho!

buried at the bottom

of the grave isn't

the body of her husband

but the widow weeps still

deep within the earth

rests a ship within

a glass bottle sealed

in wax sealed in soil

crystal sings from glass

that encases the sails

as three cards are pulled

hermit, magician, fool

the crystal cracks as

earth rises and winds blow

and from the sea is seen

a smile from a not so strange stranger