jots

the sim­plest joy of see­ing new vast­ness sur­round­ing val­leys from vistas.

the speed of inno­cent intu­ition see­ing empti­ness as space in con­trast to the present experience.

the shear wealth of care even though hap­haz­ard and clumsy at times, hold­ing the heart as pre­cious and with a grip on flesh keep­ing the free spirit from fly­ing off a cliff or land­ing upside­down on the ground.

a price­less gam­ble of faith.

a help­less act of desparation.

best one knows.

the flaws grow­ing up to be unique beauty and strength, unaware of mem­o­ries weight.

the nature of change.

imper­ciev­able provision.

hodge­podge account of respnsibility.

the call that sparks scream­ing trees to burst from hands and feet and throws light­en­ing shock vision to eyes, raw with emo­tion, and untrained in the way to cope with the world.

walk on water.

spin the weather in your palm to soothe the sight of stars.

wres­tle the angel.

my shield, my crest, my cup, my creed is love.