10.27.18
Baritone Whistler
Calls to me
Tells me of stories
Of years and voyagers
And visitors before
Seduced by this singer
In and of and from,
The sea
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
10.27.18
Baritone Whistler
Calls to me
Tells me of stories
Of years and voyagers
And visitors before
Seduced by this singer
In and of and from,
The sea
“Sleep” whispers ocean,
“See” sings the wind,
And I’m tossing and turning,
By tide once again
5 am
And I await the light,
To see the tides,
that I both hear and feel,
And faintly recognize
10.26.18
The moon full
And I felt it full,
From the inside;
I was prepared
And knew to watch
Like astronomers,
Astrologers,
And our ancestors,
In infancy
I am learning to read
The signs,
and connecting
body, spirit, mind,
to the nature
that has been beckoning me
from every angle
from within,
and
Outside.
This is my journey,
I’m not quite sure
Where it is taking me;
Does anybody ever, really?
But it is mine,
And I am open,
And willing,
And learning,
And giving,
And teaching,
And loving,
And…
Living.
Get back to the core,
Back to the root,
Before you filled
your head with
Answers
Ask again
What?
Why?
What is it all?
What is it all for?
Reclaim your ignorance,
Your innocence,
Or you remain lost.