the mission

To provide a forum for the intersection of spirit and art - a place to share what creations we must manifest to continue living in a meaningful way.


I'm open to what develops here - poetry, fiction, non-fiction, images, videos, quotes, insight - mainly looking at this blog as a record or shared diary in a spirit of playfulness and inspiration....mental froth, mind's eye materialization, and life songs lost and found.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

At Camp Artaban

Sun-warm savored, mellowing
my half-sleep, provoking dream.
Wooden dock, waving ocean
all warm and relaxed to extreme.
I have nowhere to go, nothing to do,
no business amongst the trees.
My back is not bent, the wind is not spent
and like me it has noone to please.
Exhilerated solace, lapping laughter reassuring,
The world is peaceful alone,
Distant, constant, turning.
The shade in my head, a soft tidal bed,
Sorting sediment soul,
The contented sun sighs and starts to set
Towards tomorrow’s goal.
The waves do leave and the leaves they wave
in their vitreous, twilighted way,
Ash of campfire falls,
Day we give away.


james said...

nice rolls and sways

Anonymous said...


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