Heartbeats

Heartbeats Into the misty morning Graythe 'gulls cry back to crashing waveacross the housing developmentand back to the Soundscreams of separation resound.For they are one, the seaand the 'gulland any moment apartis like dyinglike the crashing of the waveand the heartbeats and i want nothing more than to get back to you

Truth

There is a cutting truth, the kind of truth that stops the argument in its tracks, there is no wiggling around it —as soon as the truth is seen it cuts through any illusion immediately. Words cutting through illusionmind over mindreality seems ether thin

Edge

on the edge. on the edge, always on the edge. on the edge. we're always on the edge. on the edge. livin' life on the edge. on the edge, i'm always on the edge. on the edge, my love is always on the edge. on the edge.til what i got to give is gone. gone. [...]

For Granted

...and I see the Indian couple on their evening walk, with an arms width between them, as they sway with the same pacing, I resolve not to take for granted this ease of walking, or that spring in my step (though it's not what it once was). And the lavender stretches and dances with resplendent [...]