The trail is followed around the bend
Old growth trees and young saplings pines tall and straight
The trail covered in needles from them
The bend goes up around down again straight slowly slopping a long ways
Slow twist right small hill
Trees seem to stop on top but are dense to both sides of the trail
Wolf enters from left small hidden trail dense foliage dense under growth
seeming clear enough to see ground
Down on paws following wolf close
Up hill wolf disappears tail flashes trees clear glimpse of valley
Lush canyon bare rock drops
White box inside flash light flying high above
Egret hawk falcon see below to where trail ends
Trees to sides continue
Dive black red lightning no sound
Ground field wildflowers expanse stand look but not see
No trees near but far
Run past all trail emerges up hill past animals
Up landslide up mountain on top looking down on earth
A leap no drop no flight just leap
Empty expanse of sky floating on water river rushes
Ponds quiet pools calm streams feed the trail rises out
Back to the forest to the wolf to the trail to the mist foggy gray
It clears night day
It disappears no need of a meaning here

Path
The forest path so clear and strong meanders here and there, far and long.
I want to visit, I want to stay.
I want to run about this very day.
I wish that I could find it hidden then comes so clear and strong a given.
To run the forest path, to find another, let it wind around and by.
To find the path forgotten by others, follow it and let the spirit fly.
The dream is strong,
the vision true. The memory
holds fast the knowledge given
to you.
Discover it now, let it flow.
Feel it surge and go.
To feel is to love, to love is to understand, to understand is to forgive, to forgive is to let free.
Let free the wilds of the dream.
Discover its meaning.
Understand its hope.

May 5th
As I wonder so week and weary, through the months so dark and dreary.
I stop to ponder a rose or more.
This I see is not really free, but tethered to the ground it grows.
Now I wish that I was on my way up north.
The forest there so blank and white. But in the spring comes to life.
And the wilds of unknown I mill about and I roam.
I run and I dance and I play.
I climb the mountainous terrain.
I find my way amongst the hills, following the animal trails.
The rivers, they bend. The rocks, they crumble. The trees, they nourish each other.

And I stand timeless amongst them all. This I find the most frightening of all.
To the wind within me. To the woods within me. To the rivers and streams and lakes within me. To the hills, mountains, and rocks within me.
To the snow and ice, to the dry and sandy, to the places I see.
To the places no one steps.
By and by I visit them all, in my mind.
What I see I want to write. What I write I want to find.
But the rose is still rooted to the ground as I am to sight.
The stillness is happy, the play is glum. The friendships are meaningless. The one night stands are forever.
I do not understand and perhaps you don’t ether. But I find fear in believing in the things to come, the things in the present, and the things in the past.
Let us be free of ourselves and be slave to each other.

The light shafts through
I get up
The light shafts through
I get dressed
The light shafts through
I eat
The light shafts through
I go out
The light shafts through
I hunt
The light shafts through
I clean my game
The light shafts through
I eat
The light shafts through
I split wood
The light shafts through
I fish
The light shafts through
I smoke my meat
The light shafts through
I gather plants
The light shafts through
I store up
The light shafts through
I watch the animals
The light shafts through
I walk
The light shafts through
I watch the sky
The light shafts through
I eat
The light shafts through
I undress
The light shafts through
I lay down
The light shafts through
When will the night return
The light shafts through

Its there all the time like the jungle panther.
Its there even when it’s hidden by the day.
It's there with the stars in the sky.
Its there in the night, the day, in our hearts,
our minds, our lives, and will eternally until
we have a light to shine our paths for others
to follow.

Poisoned souls

A deep burgundy for cocaine,
when I have a need to harm another.
A muted brow for marijuana,
when I want to be soft towards the world with another.
A sharp blue for alcohol,
when I wish to be mischievous around another.
A piercing arctic gray for heroin,
when I must hate another.
A haunting amber for caffeine,
when I watch the day wake another.
A royal purple for LSD,
when I need to explain life to another.
A sea green for nicotine,
when I just want to hang around by another.
A hazel for clean,
when I poison another’s soul.