Kokoro, Vermont - Summer Journal Writing 8/14/97

All I Imagined
   
To be in the present moment 
to plan here and now 
to feel the power 
to feel the suns energy penetrating 
absorbing nurturing a solar experience 
mixed with water 
sounds of rushing water thunder by 
while a small tweet or chirp of a bird sound from afar. 

Wind blows slow ripples lake or pond 
it’s all I imagined 
magical and powerful 
it nourishes and strengthens me 
as I move through my own rhythms 
and find deep satisfaction. 

Beyond a world filled with stuff to do 
I am here sitting or expelling with stuff 
creating energy sitting or laying as days go by 
I here (hear) tap tap tap of stone being carved 
and my desires as my desires to dance 
energy dies for lack of physical safety. 

For stone its for always for dance I do not know... 
Alive with dreams steady chirp of bird I see or not
find solace in the solitude 
I sit or lay or move upon these grounds. 

Images and impressions and notes that I’ve noticed 
darkness of wet wood has less appeal than before 
secret code of speaking energy 
flying up and down as a car goes by very infrequently 
and the brook babbles stream moves water 
from the rain and the waterfall has arrived as promised. 

No disappointment,all that I’ve imagined for myself. 

Solitude and solidarity the part of me is in you 
as generations set us apart yet passion keeps up together. 

Sending or souring (soaring) by with brain intents. 
My brain thinks in starts and stops now 
I find a voice that simplifies the chaos the staticness from motions 
Artist and physicists Science and art fascinating many opportunities 
for those that know their needs and find what they need. 

Water seeks its own level – an expression I’ve thought about lately...