the flow

Tracing the history back to earth’s talent We find plants have adapted to change By switching from dangerous to beguiling Carrying secrets evolving into futures

Traveling past forms once familiar Somehow darkness brings out details That never occurred to me to discover Mystery survives beneath the surface

Digitalis The dose determines the outcome Lovely floral hypnosis beckons Enchanted seeds render their subject Unconscious, detached from present times

Wonder into desert places to see more details Stay tuned to windy whispers telling tales Reach up for higher perspective and reason The ground is vibrating with live music

Cracks in the surface, holes in the story Winding secret hidden passage drops Swiftly downward underneath the path If you’re distracted looking across the canyon You miss the entrance to the underworld

No time compares entirely with this one All planets line up in the sign of war for effect Flashing signs people cannot take seriously Treating entire innocent populations as fodder Melting down into oozing thick hypocrisy

The emergency of this moment shouts Joy has flown radically from home Seeking refuge from a barrage of mendacity Shattered beneath the boot of dependence

Hauling all the excess accumulated material Could end up as a overhaul of plans What is the purpose of carrying the weight of memories corrupted Through this time that requires total focus?

Rising above previous known levels Mendacious slaves to ideologies Hold court behind facades so flimsy That a second glance reveals corruption Now we know what is holding up evil Is a firm resolve to believe the indefensible

Beneath layers of memory faded by centuries Botanical wisdom shines through all seasons Telling the story that defines permanent life Reaching the limit of adaptation to show How attention turns to reality every day

Sunrise Weary of listening to rambling mendacity Leaving the channel that dispenses alerts Wandering off into this lively desert place To look into actual time with integrity One finds all the sustenance required Lake

Higher instincts lead to greater awareness Nature constantly sends messages to all Censoring nothing, gathering vibrations Returning pertinent waves of bliss and light To guide the fortunes of those who observe

No more consumed by destruction, Spring awakening brings us wonder Every time Wake up to the vibrant meaning Showing up as glorious colors in bloom

In this moment we witness the dissolution All are touched by the emptiness of authority The vapid construct that was held up to us Is now seem to have been corrupt all along In the absence of conscious structural power A wasteland of mindless cruelty is revealed

Superstition Mountains Observation of rock worn down to a point Reminds me that time does alter all things Space itself is subject to the natural design No single place can remain untouched

Climb around the rocks that lead to the sky Edge up to the blue beyond that red Reach heavenly heights on deep reflection No tether to what has been abandoned below

Indian Paintbrush spreads underground Reaching out in darkness to find allies This resilience shows its bright face to the sun When the conditions beneath are providential