At the time I was somewhat cold,     

A child doing as it was told,   

Sitting in the hut Dad just built,     

Not so solid, a bit of tilt,    

The rain dripping onto my head,  

Family there, us being fed,     

Avoiding spiders seen about,     

Waiting until we could run out,    

Back inside into our home warm,  

Before drizzle turned into storm,     

Yet now all I...

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At the time I was somewhat cold,     

A child doing as it was told,   

Sitting in the hut Dad just built,     

Not so solid, a bit of tilt,    

The rain dripping onto my head,  

Family there, us being fed,     

Avoiding spiders seen about,     

Waiting until we could run out,    

Back inside into our home warm,  

Before drizzle turned into storm,     

Yet now all I...

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There were brush strokes of cloud

Against a watercolour of blue

And, the sun gilded wisps

With a honey drizzle hue

There was wonder in that canvas

Painted by Nature's hand

But, on occasion, tears would fall 

Reminiscing a green & pleasant land 

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Darkness is not always indicative of sadness, maybe you just forgot your flashlight.

Sunny days and clear skies do not reserve your spot on cloud nine, maybe you just felt inspired.

Feelings and reactions are never set in stone, they’re dynamic and free.

Nature’s four seasons are the human’s equivalent to both emotions and expressions - constantly changing.

We as humans have the privil...

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We made a blood oath...

and yet the promise of it dissipated with the conversation I often expected.

As much as I’d love to over-describe, as some might expect me to, the weight of how I feel while concocting the narratives of Univerza, my writings mislead me.

I might say the campfire stories I told, which wrote themselves, are but a light in a pitch forest as I meander away ...

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"Take those clothes off, you smell of outside". She quipped

A perplexing concept; an ineffable part of everyday life clinging to our clothes.

Clinging to our very beings. 

From that first life affirming breath as we step out to conquer the day - in hopes of slaying invisible beasts, to the soft caress of the morning dew on bare skin. 
Then comes the rustling of evergreen leaves, graduall...

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Sing and dance before the last leaf falls

Energy flows in swirls and zig zags

Assuage your worries and soak in the golden hues

Silent is the moon pirouetting across our night sky

Oh! Where did half our year go?

Notice the liminal spaces before and after the cold

Seasons will blow our pages to turn and turn.

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Walking in the rain all alone.

Tripping thru' nature's home.

On the stage of the field ahead,

the water drops perform.

The trees murmur, sing and rejoice.

With the rains they found their voice.

No keening wail in tempests wry,

but a happy voice in joyous cry,

of nature reborn.

Walking in the rain all alone.

I need no friend, for company.

I want no body to come...

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Something speaks from beyond 

Something writhes alive

In each of us

Something pulls and breathes

Beyond our touch 

They call it instinct

But it is magically distinct 

And can lead, lead, lead 

To something in your core

They call it power of the brain 

But it’s so much more 

It cannot be explained away 

It cannot be spoken out of existence 

They call it the mi...

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A shining stone on the horizon.

In a stunning world, it does it’s bit.

You may find it surprising,

This beauty is just shit.

Or guano to be more correct,

Though crap it is to most.

It beckons me to come inspect,

Though I’d rather not get close. 

It catches me slumped in blue,

When chuckles are more sparse. 

Cheers me to think that such a view

Came from ma...

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Universal consciousness is omnipresent
— living vicariously, we too are one - and the same,
Having the time of our lives
all knowing— enlightened divine sparks
going —Godspeed.

This is a way of life:

Anatomic amino acid building blocks chain letters,
into the complex double helix;
in our initials is a chemical signature—me and my significant other have between us—
this bond, that
she...

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It’s rare to stumble across this:

Land left without a manicure,

Raw nature, standing untended

Or, at least, unchanged for a while,

Allowed to spread its arms and breathe,

To relax, far from the treadmill.

Behind the padlock on the gate,

A run-down, flaking, disused shed

Is masked by brambles, overgrown;

A rusty post clasped half-way up

By suffocating, unscythed grass.

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Once in a blue moon and many light years ago,
Otherworldly starseeds began to incarnate,
and add to the menageries of the Milky Way's sacral space

in-between you and I: What a “sui generis”-jagged siamese
piece of a memory
with our other half
—filling us in—
on where we’ve been our whole life

So as to make known, any preconceived notion; shown in its true light, and meant to be…the des...

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