it's something that she showed us.
how to experience life like a tree
& love like a lotus.
so i branch out lively
& sunburst my ever-loving love
from its focal.
& passion is local.
its formed from a beat
in the thunder perfect mind,
unwinds down the spine
vested warmly where the heart vibrates.
nested in such skinly states.
the dormant elder of my middle eye
tries to pass the hours by
in time with lovely melodies
of inner storms & comedies.
& be the permanent neon of autumn,
& flash your gilly eyes if you've got'em.
be stranger than the doors you pass
& stranger things will come at last.
& never get so attatched to rhythm
that you forget that you don't have to rhyme