Circle

Is this or 

Scribal lines

Life

Boomerang me 

Hands of the south 

Buried  

For all the truth in it 

Standing 

Sideways at times

Another ridge to walk

Waters I’ve seen with deer free

Blanket picnics

Good reads bring soft winds

Take me slow 

Calming hope for a new syndrome of half life

Stillness 

Peace

Cast away expectations in them 

Let hope live through kindness and belief in others

Silver world 

And linings 

Turn down noise of the past

Bitterness

Movement toward a light without these shadows

Rock the chair of thought

After the paths of exploration

Reflection period

Let it take over 

Watch the water levels rise

Noise of a new season

Fast the tired mojo

Drink the fresh blended gifts of natural health 

Believe in a creative god so forgiving 

Gravity is non existent 

Lions rest

Dens of safety 

Fight is over

Lay down the sword

Sacred surrender 

Surrender always 

Red Flowers

Red Face

Red Eyes

Red woods 

None

Human rise 

No walls

Created out of a creation that has been waiting for the moment we meet ourselves

Already existed

Determined 

The way

Non-determined

Poetry there 

Wild spirit there

Life there in the invisible source of imagination 

Loyalty lessons

Lessons 

An honor you find between a tree and its leaves

Symmetry without thinking 

Truth