He bought and sold things, much like the man
who sold balloons in the park, fashioning them into strange animals
mostly fastened to wooden sticks, except for the helium headed ones
they remind me of you, floating high and lofty
out of reach, wanting escape from ties and pulling strings
drifting from the city moving countrywards
many are mesmerized by the migration
the fantastical triumph of levitation
they wait for days, years under trees
but not I, I am no longer drunk by
hot air and helium dreams

Never, not once, in my life
Or past lives, even past centuries,
Have I been a formula.
I dance in the eyes of needles
And underneath the skin of skinless beasts.
I sing with my fingers,
Around (your throat) the pen
And I smile with a thousand hearts in my eyes.

I have never been the essential equations,
Numbers, measurements and shapes
That glue together formulas.

I am not normality that you can bottle,
I was born to drown in the sky.

we sang a song the 3 of us, 3
generations dancing om
and ahum to the sound of a singing bowl ring ring ring as we
welcomed the sun
up up up thru clouds etched supernatural perpetual hues of pink sung
sung sung back to us and beneath our toes inside our hearts earth vibrates when we remember why we are here,
and then live from this place

There is no sound like silence
Like the collecting dust
Like the colors on a soul

There is no fire like love
Like a child's touch
Like inspiration's desperate clutch

There is no sound like silence
Like the gathering moments
Like the gathering words

They'll give you rainbows
That hold every hue
They'll give you greys and blues
From every bruise they can show

They'll give you a part
Of their dreams
They'll hand you a heart
That's tearing at the seams

They'll ask if you heard
The notes in their song
They'll ask if it's wrong
To share a world instead of a word