A horse bolts
Across a distant fenced horizon,
Like a maned, muscled
Zipper,
Separating blue sky
From pastured green.
Afternoon Vision of a Horse
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Category Archives: Signs
Decision
What to summon?
Which number?
The right number?
Is it 911?
Or some other
Choice number
Freud engineered
to impress mind
to thought
Or action.
The Instant
In an instant
He was everywhere
And nowhere,
Simultaneously
In a thought,
In a note of music,
In a ray of light
Between the branches
Of a summer’s tree,
Witnessing the most intimate of
Conversations,
And love was manifest
Everywhere,
And it was all so overwhelming,
Yet so instantly easy.
Say It
There is something
being said
in this little world
we live in.
We are all
intimately connected.
Every thing we do
reverberates
at frequencies
We cannot know.
The Boatman Sits Peacefully
The boatman
Sits peacefully
Cross legged
On the shore,
Strumming
Strings
Looking both
Left and right
with his
Golden eyes
Aflame.
Fast Lens
The images
Are clearer now
At night,
As if the lense cap
Has been lifted.
And a face is a dream
The mind’s eye
fluttering wing
Once more ecstatic
In the shadows,
mouthing miracles.
PWChaltas 