abstraction times

I've looked in the forest

where I sing to twisted trees I've knelt in my basement with thanks & praising ease I'm reading different takes how to manage the open mind I'm breathing in with the wait exploring just what to find I am that I am that is and was where the birds soar high & true I am that I am that is and was coming at the knick of time for you the abstraction blends in nice losing answers among the divine they left me in a swirling dream among the thousand glowing scenes inside a pattern of the infinite shapes that bent from the previous colors all brand new to the mind songs with complex beauty turned sung on the wintertime walking heals when the sun decides to gently appear all for the glory of spring in april calls fluid as the river thaws into churns

with handshakes or a hug from strangers

facing questions in the face of danger fresh smells saved the hibernating words bringing in the earth for a night swim under the reflection of brilliant stars beneath the sacred moon hours we straddled a paddle with the river

until we made it to our other home

resting the flavor filled with spice

this abstraction blends in very nice