run naked through the woods

wild like Lantana romance.. a woven fabric from the souls and thoughts of trees,
she is not a slave to ideas, she is an idea - the dream of oceans; and pleasure of sea turtles.
/ Like wooden prayer beads around my neck, she reminds me that raindrop blessings fall from gray skys. Look how beautiful we have always been - even under a gray sky.
She is a verse in poetry I have never heard before, and yet know so intimately
- the music that flows through Earth; the unbroken motion of a zebra running for its life.
Will we give chase?
There is a fierceness: of living dying breathing..
watch her run - this is the beginning of everything.
There is an end to nothing. /
She is the birth of summer; a sunrise in the devils garden:
red rock golden bronze.
What do you see?
What do you feel?
On your knees, child's pose before a mountain, before a storm, before your birth.
I am barely wise enough to smile.
I am barely strong enough to look.
I am barely naked enough to listen.
Draw a perfect circle, and find yourself inside.





(Andrew Tipton)