Yes to breath;
Yes to sound;
Yes to life…
Yes to breath;
Yes to sound;
Yes to life…
Winter green, and the grays of light,
days held in still by yielding,
as we accept what we’ve come to know as fact…
The sound stirring,
rustling night;
the dream only fades,
but never disappears…
Letโs wade through the leaves with our costumes & our candy;
The pumpkins light the way to the porches and front-doors;
Spent the whole year getting ready and, planning…
Trick or Treat, Trick or Treat, Itโs Halloween…
Falling night
folds in the day
supplanted darkness
takes back light
Looking on,
the magician’s staff,
daylight fades
as the riders move in
from the horizon.
All that begins,
all that departs,
at least there’s some other somewhere…
Through the seen
and in between…
Out the other side.
Cast from different light
The other folds back,
into its night, into itself…
Delicate sound of dreaming
The opening is seen backwards
Step in.