**these are all fragments from various pieces in the works
(posted part of this on Twitter)
...sparrows' Music inside trees, whose giant shadows wave my child across new Morning's street,
those guiding hands, shuffling leaves, crunching beneath freedom's feet
Please breathe for us a newborn treat, where children simply love the Morn,
where dawn shows Earth's allover green;
***This one, below, illustrates two different attempts to decode the messages...***
crow dance (extremely unfinished)
...Crows' engaged me in to trance amongst their black party;
I gleaned their Beauty long ago,
understood their steeled bodies,
their color - meant the world to me...
...their darkened colours' Gift is a talisman to protect the babies,
but wee ones must never be dressed in black.
November 15, 2013 (for Alessandra Bevier-Thiem)
West of la Luna, where our Majestic Energy maneuvers herself into CloudSongs, soars them to high, ecstatic, operatic flight into Mountains... the ricochet resembles electric, iridescent rainbows of pure, ecstatic Sound, Light,and, of course, Heart. We all love beneath Her eyes; the same Moon lights our own Eyes. A Gift we can receive, all of us, is the fearlessness we may allow ourselves to drop into nowhere, thus providing us greater abilities to See