Badlands

Blue skies, burn down on scorched bentonite.

Black lines painted on the sides of mountains from past fires.

Red shale slides underneath weary feet.

Russet shaded brambles claw at the sky.

Badlands, full of beauty and past pains.

Fruition

In retrospective, things always seem to move so fast. However, as we experience things in life we often find our patience waning. Everything has to happen right then.

All it takes is patience. All things come to fruition eventually. If we're always waiting for one thing to happen, then we'll miss everything else.

Floating

When I was little, I would occasionally float into the sky. I'd just be playing in the yard and then out of nowhere I would start to rise slowly into the air. Past the roof of my house. I'd grab at tree branches trying to pull myself back down. Petrified of falling back down to earth I'd call out but nobody could hear my voice. I imagined it must have been angels lifting me up.

In time, I'd be on solid ground again playing just as

before. No one believed me. I know I didn't imagine it.

Floating up into the heavens. I don't remember getting

back to the ground, but it really happened.

Walking

Throughout the wood, you see small animals and various flora. The smell of moss on rocks and locks. The air is moist, a shower of green herbs and twinkling stars. A bright star peaking through the canopy of origami creating a gobo trance upon the ground.

Waves crash on the bright green algae, smearing light as though with a knife. Speckles on a stickbugs branch, grey like ash. Dew creeps up your nose, tickling. The smell... the smell of life.

The taste of peppermint and and tuber lightly dance on the tongue.

You can hear sticks crackle and crick underfoot during your slow meander. No rush, no worry. Complete comfort and safety.

Walking, by the old house, walking.

Falling

Coy koi falling - down

trying to swim - up - water

water - falls - in lake

when you think you're falling down

then reach up to the sky and grab a cloud

Ripples

Splash

Night

Darkness ahead of me

darkness behind me

envelops me

develops me

it destroys me

it rebuilds me

I die inside the womb

A spark keeps me alive

cutting through the night

life is dark

hope is light

Spider

The spider sits in everlasting meditation... Constantly waiting with patience until it achieves its goal. Patience of this magnitude is rarely found among the human population, only among creatures such as the spider can it found. Moreover, in the case of the spider, patience of this variety is a primal instinct. Why is it then that we humans don't possess it? After all, humanity caves to other primal instincts, whether they be fear, violence, lust or hunger. Having said that, patience seems to have slipped through our grasp.

In essence, the smallest insect can wait for exceeding amounts of time, but a complex person cannot abide waiting five minutes to get their coffee in the morning. Traffic jams anger, rescheduling's upset, people feel as though time is being wasted. Whereas, the spider sits and waits for it's meals... It prepares elaborate webs over time. Sitting camouflaged the spider wallows in a sense of self, waiting to eat.

Humanity... primal in so many ways, yet completely absorbed in the flow of fast paced modernity. The spider waits for a meal --- The human buys a surplus of food and magazines that show what else it can buy to fill its time. Society as we know it, can no longer wait. People cannot stand meditating on themselves. Instead, we buy our way into numbness, in order to escape our thoughts. Thus, we have lead humanity into a whirlpool where time escapes us. Our days filled with effortless convenience. Walking becomes an inconvenience. Our webs have become sloppy. Our meals can no longer be caught: just microwaved.

Urgency of mind

Addiction forces purchase

We are all guilty