Time=Love

If it were mine, I’d stretch and paint Time. I’d sing a song of vast vibrations, inspiring spirals to cluster. I’d mix dark and light forming every element, discovering every luster. I’d cobble a brush made of gaseous stardust and dapple the pallet with stars. I’d throw it in lumps on a spinning wheel. I’dContinue reading “Time=Love”

Mutant from the Future

I sometimes wonder, are my thoughts fantasies or premonitions? Do they create reality or do I simply report from a time yet to come to an audience who has no idea we are going. Such are the reflections of a seed dreamer. Thinking poetically as I do, I am reminded that my sense of normalContinue reading “Mutant from the Future”