S.B.T. 276

on the shore



red ribbons entwine and cascade from the porthole windows circling breeze around my straw hat and mariner twines soaked in sun alchemize to shiny gold
entropy smooths their curves
we followed a course to faraway rice-paper horizons

"relating to growth in the moment," doctor lovely said,
"how willing are you to turn new, not old, letting loose what you know
for this now inside this forever?"

um...simply by being here
whether expanding or escaping
to or from the fluid fleeting who am i... still, doctor, the question exists , am i doing it right?

out of chaos for inspection
salutes the coast guard slightly nipped
forthrightly clipped
armed with meaning for
the war on misunderstanding
w/o cause for difficulty,
just following orders,

2 journey inside the great adventure, isnt that why u came to begin with and underneath the surface, shifts in the currents bellydance with arabian tides and floating
bubbles for schools (of fish

who will out climb out. from the rolling waves onto the beach
and observe the oldenwood stairs, come into reach
step up to hills, carrying a carpetbag of coltrane over crossings and palm fronds dipped in ice cream clouds as sound and music rise from the center of time to the heart in you. and remember

 


van morrison "into the mystic"