Wave Masquerade
 
An urge procreant merged into the
experience blurring distinctions
of you/other. A
time at the mountain lake in the rainforest
and the silver ribbon named Hoh one of many
abstractions made real in wax
even heart chakra green crushed out of rock, the
music of pine trees shedding needles after
having the experience of trembling in glacier wind.
Color now a masquerade the waves take
& we let them give us the 
shape of spirit blissfully lost in the experience of flesh.
 
4:12P - 9.08.05