What are the stars you are seeking?
Up overhead are they speaking?
Go outside,overhead, do your peeping.
Tucked in my bed while I’m sleeping.

In letting go, What can be found?
Stop walking over well trodden ground.
Feet in fresh snow hardly make sound.
Quietly go til you come round.

You come round right.
Come round in the night.
Echoing in your sight.
Looking for the light.

At the end is a beginning.
Round,round we go, We’re spinning.
In the chaos Who knows what’s winning?
Soft when she goes. She is pinning.

Oh, she comes round. She is sighing.
Don’t make a noise in its dying.
Open a door with some prying.
If it gets stuck keep on trying.

Become drowsy, the music is lulling.
Medicine for pain, it is dulling.
The bird in its cage, it is mulling.
Let it out, feel its rage, tra-aling.

(What’s the interpretation? There is no explanation. Defy your expectation. Stand for the final ovation.)

I am alone it would seem in the gloaming.
Where did you go when you were roaming?
Bury your feet six deep in the loaming.
Which seeds did you plant in you glowing?

Here for a time then get going.
Don’t worry so much bout knowing.
and what is left that you’re owing.
Grace, a final gift IS bestowing.

(A free verse on the livestream sometimes. It’s fun. I’d like to figure out a way to do this with other people in real time in collaboration. Just as a practice. Maybe I’ll need my own livestream? Still working on figuring that out)