The Canarie, Tornado, and Garden

will anything be as romantic? tired and waves pooling to this final one. open your eyes. let your heart spesk its truth at all times.

I sit. thinking. there is small torando invading my backyard garden filled with blue jade and springs of green or black. the green is one thing, the black is another. and yet the canarie visits and comes to watch all the changing colors. i do not think to notice it, but cannot help but feel its presence, watchful eye. every day, it sits to breathe in what i can only say the tornado has strung up into the air, breathing out purity, clarity, consistency, curiosity, value. the next day i am not sure it is following me. and the tornado is gone too. what is of this silence without the chripings? the winds told of one and only time, at least such revealed to me, to act upon a welcoming and covering. one moment, all fingers moving towards it. what was pulling me back? foolishness. lack of vision. refusal to accept fear. such life cannot be given without this kind of acceptance, level headed ness, sight of opinion, atuned to the body and mind, soul and spirit.

The tornado has gotten bigger. It was supposed to stop. The canarie pierced through its whirlwinds before. No jades, no greens, not even blacks, i see only brown and gray in there now. Don’t talk like this, don’t think like this, you know that movement is life, but such wandering throughout a whole life is pointless? A sunless place.

I have lost myself. Where is the canarie? Where is the dove? Where is the garden? Where is the trove? Where is the cave? Where is the spear? Where is the shield? Where is the snow? Where is the fear? Where is the note?

First acceptance of the stone must fill the mind. And realiZing the canarie moves in a way that holds me close and loving and caring in those brief moments of stillness. Such pain and loss I feel.

I think about the summit every day. I think about that summit every day.

—-august 22 2024

But the tide turned and a summers mind invaded the skin. The skin gave me life the people gave me life. Sitting without for even a week showed me. I activate through lack. I see through lack. I persevere through rejuvenation and hyper realization. Thank you to living skin