I search for it through springs' redressing. Sometimes it comes and other's not. This round however is more hopeful. I can't wait for its colors. I watch listen promote and stop projecting; how could I unconscious or awake create its fascinating motion. It needs no help; it exists. Stand up straight. Be bold brave strong yet careful to learn its primal language through pulsing morse. It just needs a quiet cavalier with which to stroll perhaps dance. Be ready to forward reverse and lift. And again. When sensed a dip a peck then help it to spin
There will be many more bands this year. Let the music lull your mind away and your heart, well hold it in your palm out in front of you as a witness to the nakedness. It will become harder with practice as you strip away the leather each layer softer than the last until it's more like un-webbing a caught humming bird. Breathe with it beat with it sit with it stare into it calm it balm it love it open and
fly
© Donald Grube, 2010
There will be many more bands this year. Let the music lull your mind away and your heart, well hold it in your palm out in front of you as a witness to the nakedness. It will become harder with practice as you strip away the leather each layer softer than the last until it's more like un-webbing a caught humming bird. Breathe with it beat with it sit with it stare into it calm it balm it love it open and
fly
© Donald Grube, 2010
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