Backyard Banter

A few dialogues with the place I call home

12/31/24

Babbling Brook

A shifting of tides awaits Midnight

Yet this River of Light

Only flows Downstream

Wind flows in all directions

Sun always from above,

A shimmering shower of Luminosity

I’ll never grow tired of this mossy bank I rest upon

These shallow roots hold me tenderly

As the Air,

The Breaths of the Trees,

Feed me with their lives

1/3/25

Swirling, Swimming, Sinking? Into what?

Cycles circling ‘round me

Sharks?

or Dolphins?

I’m tickled by the voiceless

Told to metabolize the Present

As I deepen my Chest

Expand my Heart

Extend a hand to this physical body,

Extend grace to its Spectrum of Feeling

The minute I think I’m lost

I remember there was never anywhere else to go

1/17/25

Stream of Remembrance

Writing,

or should I say,

Channeling

Uncovering sultry layers

of Soul Skin

Satisfying Sensation,

Sinking into Sensuality

A sigh of serendipity

At the sheer synchronicity

That Night always follows Day

Darkness finding Footsteps,

Tracks in the Snow

That by twilight, aglow

I bask in the same messages,

the Stream of Remembrance,

“There’s room left to grow”

“There’s space left to flow”

“It’s natural to go slow”

“And it’s the easiest way to know,

the Rhythm of the Forest”

“You are happy when you are porous,

soaking in every piece of kin,

Beginning again,

at the Basis of Formlessness”