Forest dance

As you stand in the forest and understand. 

Each tree has its own song

It’s own beat. Each forest is a symphony of miracles

Dancing in the wind.
Bending and swaying in the wind.

Giving into the flo of life.

live of all creation growing and thriving.

Authentic life

Why do people thrive on the anger red hot boiling the blood rushes to your face and calls your adrenaline to come play ?
they live for drama .
make messes of lives trying to eradicate any good feelings so the only thing that can coexist is us against them .
but it’s not us against them it’s we in the world.
 nothings going to get better unless we stand as a divided front.
Against those who seek to destroy our nature.
I don’t get offended by how many people don’t read my work when I see what it is they do pay attention too.
so I have a heartfelt thanks to those who take their moments to get lost my work 

and my world 

my heart 

because it’s everything I am and everything i stand for and you have to stand for something 

or like the rest you’re going to fall for everything 
you’ll be like the cattle told which way to go and how to get there .

where not to go and where to stand when to sleep went to breath.
That’s not us. 

It’s not who we are.

Natural born renegades fending of the throws of addictions to technology, drugs, drama,processed shit.
We are the strong searching out an original authentic life. 

Trying to find our place here and redefine our place on the timeline 

Visionary

A life of learning In a for boding reality

I transcend into spirituality

Learning and loving the inner workings of my mind.
Dancing on the matrix

As I heal 

While asking for permission 

And guidance in the regeneration of cells.
Taking out impurities

To uncover your souls master plan.

More than an image in these times of complex matters of tangible bliss.
Freeing yourself from illusionary bonds

Visionary artists 

Exploring the depths of these realms

Mastering imagery 

Dancing on dreams

Finding completeness 
Let me touch you and weave your inner canvas

Full of potential 

Changing your dna 

With energy guided

By the light of the moon, sun and stars
Revising disbelief 

Releasing you from reality

And the stagnation of bureaucracy 
Meditate in the light of the moon

Letting the rainbow illuminate your soul clearing your chakras 

Making you whole. .

We are one

For this moment 

In time

We are one 

love
Let go of your oppression 

And control over others,

Realizing the core of 

everything you are 

Everything you ever were

And all you were meant to be.
Embody alignment of freedom

To learn and love

To be loved and taught through connection and respect.
Overcoming oppression and disillusionment.

Be grateful for all you have experienced 

because now you have a greater understanding of empathy and compassion as you stand in the light and smile
As you stand in the forest and understand. 

Each tree has its own song

It’s own beat. Each forest is a symphony of miracles

Dancing in the wind.
Bending and swaying in the wind.

Giving into the be and flo of life and live of all creation growing and thriving.

Salacious mass

The mass is salacious In saturated fall colours.

a decitent palate of prisms reflected from the bright blue sky  

erupting before our eyes.

Most amazing fireworks display 

Of regional moments.

Breathtaking abundance making me want to dip my paint brush.

Like a gypsy dancing through trees.

Through yesterday’s leaves riding a caravan of a hopeless dreamscape. 

Only to be awakened by the solitude of snow falling on an endless dream

Crystallized intentions

Green hills the space in between is vital but is open across the landscape
I capture whAt i can but there is so much left out of a photograph

Vital life energies and auras 

Escape me in the world

As i am only a conduit trying to capture the moment

Nature is my muse

Like the delicate petals of the flowers or the twisting 

The crystalized look of dew on jewel weed reflecting fragments of the world around it

Tribal gypsy

I’m too wild for you Saturated in music and color

The tapestry I weave is complex

An intramural design 

A lost art of the ages

My dance is not for you as I move through grace twisting my life with every step I’m free

. I have the luxury of moving my hips with the sirens song

Surrounded by trade my soul is almost complete 

Surrounded by the beauty created by the dreams of us

I wish for love on every shooting star.

Not settling for anything less than stellar.

My strength comes from my Tribe through the collective consciousness and live music 

The sound vibration that carries us to rapture

Bone collector

Lacing my thigh high bootsProtecting me from the storm

Keeping me sexy and warm

 I walk long in stride 

Hips moving gracefully from side to side. 

Progressing me in life. 

Momentum in motion

My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me. 

I’m a bone collector 

I ravish lovers And set souls free.

Loving unconditionally my children 

Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right From wrong 

Not from a hypocritical song

Just a pathway from rugged neurons 

Over sexualized society scarcely

Blessed I in this babylon where

Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions 

Play on my ethics between right And wrong