candelabra

at night he places the candelabra on the marble floor, plays the piano for her.

water fringes

upside-down sunset

                                             violescent light
                                             on upside-down floating skies
                                             (one) sweaty glass of wine

                                                                                                                  cheers to this day!

                                                                                                                 i am grateful

behind the bamboo fence and

                           under the tropics of cancer

                           the snow moon rose tonight

"a thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home." - Rumi

water valance and whiteout

white is sacred

at the water's edge

all there was in the beginning, was waters

"IN THE BEGINNING God created the heavens and the earth. now the earth was formless and empty, 

darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.

and God said, "let there be light," and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and 

he separated the light from the darkness. God called the light day, and the darkness he called night. 

and there was evening, and there was morning - the first day."

. . . 

                                                                    i am going where

                                                                   i have never been before

coming back home to you, sea

to the very beginning 

                                                                   in limestone dust scattered
                                                                   at your bare floor

i turn to waters
to be

# 18

through the jetway

                                                                i airbridge my steps
                                                                to the wings of a firebird ~
                                                                sundown departure
                                                                to unabridged tomorrows
                                                                sunrise, another forecast
                                                                in a barefoot universe

owls at boundary bay

mid-afternoon aquarelle

                                                          water[color] in

                                                          smart white with a hint of green
                                                          gaze in a window -
                                                          sunrise on a slanted black
                                                          horizon in the mirror

(tanka)

the sands aglow

# 17

wings, wings, more wings

                                                             earth rising above / horizon on irised wings ~

if on the menu - tanka

                                              raw sunset for two

                                              i'd order tonight, my love

                                              ocean on the side -

                                              slake my thirst in the [h]our-glass

                                              as you love me to pieces 

# 16

jam every "other" day, i laugh

one of C.G.Jung's favorite quotes on synchronicity was from "Through the looking-glass" by Lewis Carroll,
in which the White Queen says to Alice: "it's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards."


. . . "i'm sure i'll take you with pleasure!" the Queen said. "two pence a week, and jam every other day."
Alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, "i don't want you to hire me - and i don't care for jam.
"it's very good jam," said the Queen.
"well, i don't want any to-day, at any rate."

"you couldn't have it if you did want it," the Queen said. "the rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday -
but never jam to-day."

"it must come sometimes to jam to-day," Alice objected.
"no, it can't," said the Queen. "it's jam every other day. to-day isn't any other day, you know."
"i don't understand you," said Alice. "it's dreadfully confusing!"
"that's the effect of living backwards," the Queen said kindly, "it always makes one a little giddy at first - "

"living backwards!" Alice repeated in great astonishment. "i never heard of such a thing!"
" - but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways."
"i'm sure mine only works one way," Alice remarked. "i can't remember things before they happen."

"it's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards," the Queen remarked. . . .

"Become silent" by Nykolay Dubovsky, 1890

 wondrous cloud formation over Denver International, april 2012

witnessed a few months earlier, before stumbling upon Dubrovsky's painting

of similar [maybe even the same?] sky patterns hundred years earlier

then which would come first on my timeline, in my own realm 

                                                          never mind the [real] time?

                                                          do you believe in synchronicity?

                                                          (often i do)




"synchronicity is an ever present reality for those who have the eyes to see." - C.G.Jung

galaxy seeds

skeletal remains of a galaxy that perished in a massive end-of-summer explosion

swirl now amidst the vast sculpted space of weightless gas dust void and love
                                         in parched star-shaped seeds

from a distance

in the sheerness of water i could see the bottom

as she looked straight at me, spoke back -

                                                                                               from a distance

# 15

solitude at sundown

                                                          "solitude reveals all mysteries," or does it?

                                                          not intil i looked her in the eyes, spoke soft

# 14

seaweed valance

                                                          across a window at ground zero 

blue-eyed seahorse

                                                          with the ocean surge

                                                          dreams flood the house at sundown

                                                          surface in her eyes ~

# 13

winter wool

pelagic depths

                                                                     view from the bottom ~

on the ocean floor

slim rivers, shallow ponds in the vastness of the ocean plains

sometimes i feel like Moses treading amidst, parting the water
planting my steps in the sodden sand, my feet soaked wet 

the Ocean in my lungs, on my skin, seeping in my veins -
                                                                                                                      reviving me

# 12

"drop in the ocean"

                                                 each thought seems a drop in the ocean
                                                 that distorts the truth of what/is, spins it
                                                 down the whirling abyss of what could be
                                                 mounts a parallel space within . . .

                                                                                                                                      [my hand's] reach?

white feather

there is a pang of warmth in the barbs of a white feather
nestled on the Ocean's bed, a sense of renewed innocence -
                                                                                                                         [be]longing

february driftwood

# 11

swirling eddies

"swirling eddies and chaotic vortices are crucial to the formation of new planets." 

bedazzled - tanka

                                                      with the ebb and flow

                                                      i sway my way to and fro

                                                      on the Ocean's bed

                                                      light and shadow bedazzled

                                                      in the loom of love, tangled

# 10