oh gorgeous detritus

plants, organics, organs... deteriorating,
cyclical blossoming organs
sky-bound, overlapping fibrous organs
explode into lavish bronchial arrays
panting with life
booming and thundering silent breath and surge
crowning, splintering,
fibrous expounded collapse

rocks, bones, and teeth in the earth~


there is an idea that all things echo one another in basic form, a theory of chaos... an idea about the mathematical structuring of things within the natural world, unfurling like the tip of a fern, or the shell of nautilus... the branches of a tree, or the tributaries of a river... basic, mathematical, natural forms that echo from the largest mountains to the smallest cellular communities of decomposition in the sapwood of an old growth trunk,

we dive headlong into the open mouths of a fractals

oceanic woodworking

"are we
like schools of fish
or flocks of birds
flashing scales or feathers
in unison
attuned to life
ignorant of illusion
if so
then hope"

--- C. L.

subjectivism

I have become captivated lately by the concept of subjectivity... The idea that each individual consciousness possesses it's own unique, sense-derived perspective of reality. Reality is unified, there is one, and we are all experiencing it in our own way, so our experiences are predominantly individual... but not entirely. There are moments which we share, between two or more individuals, where the level of receptivity to the experience between the individuals becomes unified. Invisible barriers are transcended in a shimmer of inaudible clicks and bleeps... An exchange of subatomic particles bears evidence to the fact that no one is an island all of the time, as our experiences intertwine over the plains of unified reality, and life tingles warmly at the intersections.

we are dancing.

warm rays on new days

adventure is on the winds
rustling the feathers of spring

here, we are being.