red

drops of red blood

land on white quartz

red leaves above

blue sky above further

beyond white clouds

poof

and the land changes

poof

and wrinkles arise 

poof

drops of red blood

on leaves once green and now red

drops of red blood

on legs once bare and now bleeding

good night, connecticut moons

composed of all old endings

renewals stretch past horizons

where shall i walk

with legs so strong so new

roses in my stomach

butterflies in my heart

a new moon in the non-moon sky

this is a brand new start

hmmmmm

when i 

hmmmmm

roots extend down 

from feet to

hmmmmm

earth

and then

deeper still

for mama earth, etc (yes yes, love love)

i like 

(quite so very much) 

the taste

(salty sweat taste like tears)

(open mouth as i walk thru the forest)

of you 

(you! all around and within and every me)

i like

(yes like the desert loves the rain)

the smell

(nostrils dilating to heartbeat rhythm mother)

(shadows smell different than sunlight)

of you

(you! again! as am i!)

i like 

(infinite and beyond universe yes)

the look

(we see each other. we really do)

(different colors that come from the same source)

of you

(love. that's all we are)

i like 

(yes yes yes)

the sound

(waves crashing of infinite oceans)

(open ears open eyes open heart)

of you 

(open everything courageous everything)

i love

(lovelovevolvelove)

the feel

(rhymthic mother heartbeat mine as yours)

(when i open i feel as i am)

of you 

(i love you

i love i)

mmm

sun-baked bones

i'm rising from my own ashes

so that i may better understand them 

and ride the flames as brightly 

as i as ashes float on the wind

and then bury back into the damp musk of

soil

random acts of soulful beauty

spritzing good smells in unexpected places 

like on street lamps and in train stations

(like frankincense, myrrh, sandalwood)

(or rose and lavender)

(mmm)

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leaving little love-notes randomly everywhere

saying stuff like 

"thank you for being" 

or "are you happy?" 

or... 

:) 

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guerilla chalk art

with loving messages and doodles

in the streets

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flower arrangements left on strangers' doorsteps 

floating falling flying being

legends

there is an old chinese myth

of a giant named peng gu 

i want to share it with you 

a story of strength, balance, 

and complete giving and surrender