Untwined are the many relentless lives gone passed, attached
As though a sacrifice, one is to stay firm in place and shed a skin
Resting place not, but living space to be, alike many forests

Not an ounce of gold nor many of strenght can replace, remove thee
Only within a given strand of will, faith of ones quest
beauty to an eye

From the intricateness to the excessiveness of it all
We all return to our destined faiths, the only faiths we share

Beauty to one is ignorance to another, beauty is.....simply
From the echoes of the howl to the scent of the rot
From the stiff muscles to the frozen rains

One must abide nonetheless to this beauty
Beauty now takes its preeminent, rudimentary stage where none wants to
overtake, digest...

Stay! Do not go astray, take not cover from me!
I will nourish your condition requiring relief,
for youve taken and so now it is I, that shall give,
with my many colours.

Conservative minds preserve the facility to dwell amongst time of eternal harvests, now where do i lay in that set of soul?

I am but a strand of sand in my mothers hand and on your land i now stand....

said autumnus, thee whose great charm and beauty arouses adoration to put aside the indolent

Summer oh have we walked! Oh the moons have come and again returned.

As the dew approaches the cooler frosty awakenings come,
we are also to find soma, perched beneath the ever-so-tall trees.

Autumn's echoes and the dreams of the wise, symbiotic ways of natura.
Shading a thought, pouring the translation of the emotional, voices, words.

As the wind and colors of scenery blow, our land harbors a new scent, barely recognisable,clandestine is its approach.

One step to build a bond, of good intent we then can sow understanding.
Leafs soon to fall we now cradle rain.

I wanted to tell you i saw the stars that night.
Crisp air reminds of the nights of the ephemeral.
Now to be seen, times and change.

Never forgotten the times shared, how one can be restless when left without, but again shall come lifting and filling moments.

Tears are for acceptance, tears are for understanding.
Sometimes on a whale, i would so love to cling to.
Take us beyond this whole.
Break the mold.

Resting now - moments far beyond, far past - making, carving us all.
In remembrance of excellence, healing.

Come oh autumn!

Nights dew, caresses the heated surface of mother's chest
Sifting sand through her hands, life’s continuum is foreseen
Sun warms hearths and so it warms the fire I have started

Circle of life embodied, plants reaching for the stars.
Light diminishes, play shortens, beyond the mountains it goes to return slowly over our horizons

The gathered wilderness of earth.
Fireflies lay ahead for you, the path to the stars, where lay secrets untold, unturned.

Here our caravans lay, perhaps to stay, enchanted by nature and the fruits of knowledge. Gifts from the heavens, harvest us now , under trees they rest sheltered, knowledgable guides, dispread

perched
glansing at the landscape
some of detained reasoning
revealed dreams
feelings... passion
emotional scenes awake many hairs of the wind

songs of a people, a world, a many
echoing through valleys and mountains
top of where we unite
on this night a quest
true eyes shall embark this raft
flows, rivers of immerged dreams, delights....

my essence taken away sweat by tear, scar by blood.
to mother it shall return and us, we shall be.......


....

Our contemporary aesthetics abolish character and certainly harm extra verbal communications.
Eternity begins when one becomes aware of it.

If time only existed in the form of the tide and moon,
the abstraction would be eternal.

Oh, caravan
let us arrive to harvest from the garden of understanding.
Oh, caravan
To the land where we may hold
elements of the universe’s divinity


A place where color ends,
A place where the vision of a dream eternally abstract
from the world of the impossible.
Chaos balancing the ever-changing outcome.


Dreaming, a sensation, an awareness in our minds.
Expansions of our equilibrium, from macrocosmos to microcosmos.

Seeing what you cannot imagine proves the existence of the other and awakens the nature of our instinctive sense.

Dusts, elements, all thrown to the air movement begins, the caravan grows, the new era unfolds.

From the subatomic to the galactic
natura , everything within and beyond
everchanging, commencing the finalisation or defining purpose

traces of past cycles, transformations.....

an introduced species or a natural phenomenon,
xenobiotics to this sphere we may be,
or is this faith a gathering of many gracefull turns
and synchronicities?

a revealed answer there are none, neither is it needed,
one caravan many metaphores,
many colors of seasonal change

we are to soon see the strenght of our mothers liver

many conantations disassociating one from the whole
yet still remains my carcass and nervous system to dwell

organization, growth, adaptation,
as our own system depicts

tolerance, patience....stability, stenght put to the test
we share seats in this inconsistency of our own faiths,
as we shared the ingrateful ways for generations

Good neither bad as everything shall stay, a mother sheds her skin
an organism replies, takes its forgotten path to an unknown quest
and just maybe not so forgotten, lost

As natura's cycle continues, many intricate ones commence infinetly
the lifting of the veil takes toll
blinded by idolatry and material our minds read the scenary
the physical universe manifests its strenght
holding a fine stream of consciouness together.

earths shadow falls upon the moon
light shines only within
darkness takes hold
mold spreads relentlessly
taking hold
to lands mostly unchartered

the umbra where i long to be
there i shall see with eyes ancient as the sun
a purpose exteriorised as action

holding your hand tending the stream of thought,
once again, to your fragile once barricaded mind
t'was blocked from passage of instinct
curiosity.... the beacon
now radiant as dawn
on a new moon


from here to infinity we stand....timeless moments, eternity we stay