There was a story today that I read about two lovers in a tree
15 feet from the ground they gripped together against the trunk
The story did not have a happy ending and I wondered if falling is
the outcome of making love in branches.

Time Blinks
Volumes
of meaning
past my door ways
greeting my soul from its wanderings.

In hiku:

Time Blinks its Volumes
weighing meaning past my door
while greeting my soul.

Up top mountain peaks
a crew of sound emits
synergistic vibrations.

A powerful wind
encourages strength
to fight empires

The mountain erodes
as we throw the first
stinging stones of revolution

By forming our world into a sustainable ship of fools we can sail a millennium longer, extend our super-conscious by light years, and allow the pollination of at least the thought of the human species into the depths of the galactic mind.

If all life is vibration and the human race could stop producing waste our frequency would last forever.

Will the day come when cars will come with an organic option?

SANTA I WANT LESS FOR CHRISTMAS

A window open to the world
to let the light filter out
a claustrophobic abode,
Christmas tree empty and no one home.

The emptiness welcomes
comfort where there is less:
less in this room,
less in this world,
less of myself.
The reduction of what consists of my surroundings is a resolution

Already I recognize
the most important part of myself as the individual,
By consuming less, I'm am still important.

I don't want my shoes
Made in China.
I want to eat food
from the place I call home.

To destroy that which consumes,
I vow to consume less:
less of myself,
less of a foot print
the more space- for the great green parts of the planet.