soft landing

year one . one year

i am the dot, dot, dot

embraced by a soft cocoon of reflection, i feel refreshed and renewed.

emerging from a year of allowing the dust to settle around me...
i now begin to feel
comfortable
at home
free
to be and become ME

fly...float...flitter fly float

between.

I am here
I am there

Familiarity found in the land of mini apples and lakes
as well as the town and surrounding area of sea cattle.

my life is epic.
like a mountain in the distance.
I am the mountain
pose.

life is raw, like my breakfast shake.

this is home
this earth is not my home

rest. pray. enjoy. commune. grow. rejoice. repeat.

talk of the future, embrace the now,
all is so good I could burst.

metaphorically pondering...

sometimes, it's like:

a wee sardine climbing to the highest peak of the largest mountain

walking so long in killer heels they become stylish flats

growing a beard from my elbow hair

converting white wicker furniture to darkly stained oak

keeping your lip balm intact while eating spicy hot ribs

throwing an ace of hearts into a vintage hat on the ground from the roof of a skyscraper

carving the Mona Lisa out of jell-o

sneezing so violently a piece of your lung pops out


this was a fun form of expression. I recommend.

Great Art