find a soul that you recognize as belonging.
Bravest of all human quality is hope.
Bukowski's mother smiles
being knocked down, goldfish dying.
Time to let the sleeping raven top
shake the dusty rug of secrets off its back
carrying the message out into the green world.
I haven't been sleeping,
preferring song-birds to ceaseless chatter.
Francis of Assissi freedom,
winged things escape the burden of rational thought
My heart is like Franny's
wish, need, gratitude, platitude
ceaselessly meets the ancestors,
through veins, heartbeat, breath and longing.
small St. Francis refuge
communing with woods, wings, always...
candle, window, open sky, beating wings, song
more than touch and feel.
my very own bluebird can never find quiet and I'm happy...