Surfing on the waves of mists, riding the torrents of rumbling sky, jumbles lives of humbling raindrops
Whispers in the wind, stories and tales of those time far beyond the horizon that burned so many times and so far away
3.29.2020
Month: March 2020
Lotus
my head is dizzy, busy spinning and sprinting away from nauseating words, those sand dusts, buzzing with unctuous stickiness, dazzle my vision into twirls.
perhaps here is where we let things drop. Flopping the wet wings, rather, shedding them feathers away in swings, either, glide through the falling air hither, or cling onto tenuous roots of a heather.
3.27.2020
Crystals
Sun’s brightly shining high in the stratosphere,
whitening atmosphere all around the horizon.
bent over, towards the dirt and dust where I stand,
I found buddings, peculiar buddings.
I kneeled, crouched, and pushing my face an inch away from the
wholesome dirt, that fresh grocery smelly dirt,
and screened a pebble-like dirt that looked like a mountain.
I then saw a white crystals, shining like glaciers of nowhere,
shining as gloriously as the world’s theirs.
I marveled.
I blinked.
It was still there.
I stretched my trunk,
pushed the dirty-earth away from myself,
and got on my feet,
the earth-dirt-crystal safely far away from myself.
I took a breath in,
squinted at the sharp white sun above,
and then a dotted point on a horizon.
I let out my breath,
dragged my feet towards an endlessness,
leaving trails of white crystals.
3.23.2020
Runner
Keep on running,
do not look back. It is the life that we have been born to live,
do not turn, just run.
it will swallow the whole thing and then everything will be over in a second
run
run
just keep on running
when the sunrise,
we can catch a breath
life resumes at the sunrise
we will live on
so now,
just run
run.
3.2.2020
Ralph with Coffee 