fly

chaos flaps its wings, pushing over mountains and pencils to land on their side, giving us the land to step with courage or fright. hands spill over, reaching in, to bring out the light, reminding us of our true kite; to choose to love rather than to fight. its a movement, where the tiny can make it right, by remembering the True Source of Love and Light.


chaos is beautiful

all

green tips point to the charts that spin like ferris wheels, blowing seeds with their parachutes across blue skies. the daedal hand lines up the birds as arrows to lead the way as they catch the falling bulbs, resting them in warm soil.

key

a door stands, leaning on arched wooden roots, with branches that bend, looking for her. her round polished black rocks laced in pink, splash through waters. she runs, hearing the sounds of the forest, seeing the shadows blend with the darkness of the sky, she runs. yellow fishes suck her weight, leaving her feet free to feel the soil of the earth. she runs

until her breath stops. a silence awakens her heart, as she stands before it. the tree feels her and through the peep hole embraces her in and quickly thereafter erases.