so marks this lapse of time trailing thoughts.
This time it's god,
this time it's you creating
hand clenched lightly around this brush,
dismantling a train of thoughtful images.
onto the california sky line, blue
into green.

as the date of the inevitable creeps up,
my spine buzzes,
my teeth clench,
onto every inch of everything I've come to love,
I clench.

This is the epic "all discovery" journey
that has forced to pass.

That date, 4 years down the road,
and I'm still sweating a tad bit.
Contrary to the river I was feeding a couple years ago.
But still a minor stream,
a blip among blips.

I've learned to become an excited ball of imagination.
the what if's blow me to pieces,

And the relation between then and today,
the uphill trudge,
the dance at the top.

to reach love and enlightenment,
to accept and embrace
the new liberation.
breathe into me, the light and purity.

Not to get all spiritual on you or anything.