Art of burning man

Psychedelic dreamscape

Sand washes the horizon into a crisp baked shell

Crusted nights under stars

Where the sea life swims in moon gardens of life.

They come here

Dancing creatures through a haze of smoke

Whirling to the rhythm

Natures drumbeat kicking vibes in the air

Moving the atmosphere in a cloud of dust

Cities burn to ash and emptiness

Blowing on the wind

Of a moment never to be left behind

In a memory it rises up

Soaring above the crowd

A reborn Phoenix joins

The whale of space and time

Lingering like the scent

Cannabis wafts on heady clouds

Lost in a peace of a desert town of sand.

Sahara reflection

Time moves in waves
Reaching forward
Rippling in the sun
Searching for the oasis
Of the soul.
Memories flow like sand
Trickle through
Hourglass smooth
One by one falling
Into a mound
Of a remembered days.
Sun rays rise
Undulating Heat-haze vision
I see you there
Solitary form
Optic illusion
Of hope.
Green grasses wave
Fringe-like dress edge
Falling from the sheath of blue
To touch the beige brown below
Trees line the emptiness
At the edge of another day
The dance of a dream.

To the gift of dry days after rain that fall in endless succession….to the journey to happiness, to the edge of hello to friends and to stars reflected in pools of blue.

Pilgrimage to desert skies

Hot dry air floats in a clear heat haze,
Fires gone from years ago
Monuments to the sky.
Sun bakes earth
Like scorched bread in a kiln
Dust caked crumbles.
Blue skies run
Like rivers of cloudy tears
Cataracts blind
But the senses still see.
The old crone climbs
Gathering in her sack
Bits of this and that
Walking the sky
As seen from below.
Outlined small like a fly on a wall of azure
Moving slowly
Step by step climbing out of view.
Her eyes no longer open
She moves with ease
She’s been this way before,
Gathering more bits of rock and stone,
whispering words to her family
Through centuries.
Hawk spins slowly in the sky
Circles back and touches down
In the path of her form
She senses his presence and chuckles aloud
Ah, my friend, you’ve come with a gift
And he spreads his great wings and takes flight,
Leaving behind a single feather,
She adds it to her dusty bag
Patting it gently
Keeping it safe.
She has all she needs now,
Her trip complete
On her sky walk,
She sits for a few moments and gazes out before her.
She no longer sees the vision,
But her memories serve her
This window on the world,
She takes a deep breath
Turns around to
To descend.