the sun has no steeple in this day and age

those mysteries locked inside are eager for the peel away

call upon the harvest of flourished hybrid seeds 

in which centuries ago were planted ever so intently.

Victoria, British Columbia, Canada

there's an ultimate clause is painted in unity

each fragment is laced with intrinsic customs 

lingering like clouds

for those drenched in truth

caravan livin'- Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, Canada

A troop of ten thousand fire flies crawled inside my heart... checking to see of you were around

The twirl of a tutu tickled my spine then climbed in my mind... wondering if you were around

The clouds floating by knocked on my eyes, then continued to fly... disappointed you weren't around

 ....

Later that night, we danced in the half light backed by artificial rain, it was then that you came to comfort the winter princess who left her duties at the door joining us on the floor for a ceremony to end the extended days and sun rays.

tee pee livin' Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, Canada

make a nest in my hair

I'll be just over there...

grasping the elusive

beams of scatterings

the guts of caravan livin'- Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, Canada

valleys of ancient

the birth place of crystals and counterfeit smiles. 

there the earth is sliced open for man made rivers 

locked with attempts to form a line out of moment collisions 

this effort is packed with incoherent awakenings and the white light is swelling 

it's only meek hesitation arresting the divinity of true hearts.

hitchın' highway 17, northern Ontario, Canada