tranquil pond

my shimmering moon
maintains its ardent motions . . .
in the tranquil pond

universal edge

a dazzling sun shield
shines through unnamed foliage . . .
universal edge

disappearing now

into this breathing
and I barely hear the words . . .
disappearing now

reaching

reaching for the sun
and finding the early light . . .
now the light finds us

who are we

tell us, who are we . . .
heaven vibes and earth currents
flow through fading souls

spoken light

spoken light of dawn
silent without – and within . . .
I hear what I need

my innermost

crescent moon below . . .
dark image shines without light
in my innermost