Seventeen Let me be that I could stay up all night Unlike now, I’m falling asleep Good night

One foot follows the other Path obscured by blowing sand Forward, ever forward Pushing into the unknown Destination indiscernable Nothing but a bearing A compulsion to maintain momentum Knowing stagnation leads to breakdown So keep moving forward, ever forward As long as this body allows.

A kaleidoscope I see a girl with rainbow hair, and free   you are my fascination street a reflection of my face in heat   when Friday I’m in love now the love cats all come slinking round   your face I see bowing dour…

Many call you names   I see your wishes, where all they see are weeds   I know all your uses, replanting tender seed   Dan de Lion ~ forever blow your horn   Endless possibilities blown into space and time   Petals soft and…

Asterales Taraxacum— Be to some, men’s weed. Asterales Taraxacum— Bee— thee, my life’s need.   Antho-phila-sophy hum. Hum this hymn with me. From the spring, ’til fall has come, I’ll give thanks to thee.   Humbly hum this hymn with me. To this dandy flower!…

Peace It’s all I feel with you It’s like going to the beach Listening to the waves crash The wind blowing through the trees How did I get here? How did I deserve you? What did I do to earn this? What do I have…

The Dandelion Seeds Ready to fly, to be carried away by the wind The white fireworks of seeds Selflessly sway to the dance of the divine Happy to be there, happy to be here To allow wind to softly blow a touch They know not…

In this journey You may lose some people But you will find better ones The ones who trust you, believe in you And know your worth You maybe seen as someone arrogant But know that what they call arrogance Is nothing more than your self…

As kids we would hold dandelions beneath each others chins somehow fascinated by learning who liked butter   dandelions going to seed were fun to pick, blow on scattering their fluffy countenance to the winds until some adult said to stop it because all they…

the end The farther away we get from our Mother, the more of Her we break dirty heap with hatred. We demand our desires be filled at Her expense at our peril. Our wounded egos filled with all manner of things to feed our starving…