be like santa always

Act the way you'd like to be and soon you'll be the way you act.
Leonard Cohen (1934 - )

Like an underlined word stands out from the rest the ring of colour as target enhancement attracts the unwary to the center of similar colour.


Aloft on the breeze on wings as if an eagle dares the airwaves rising in spirals of pressure swirls to draw attention to the balance of a moment when a bird slipped into view.


The lady of the mist in the falls, elusive like the cottonwood seeds float as soft texture on gentle breeze, in the heat roars the creek, to new levels, new opportunities to manifest, as a silhouette with a voice louder now, to speak what only a gurgling creek can dream in whispers.


I walked to Cottonwood Falls Market today. It's back in action every Saturday. Sometimes the music there is quite awesome. Spotted the local favourite Marty Carter playing his electric sax I believe it is. It makes highly unusual sounds that hardly seemed like music at first note but then it kind of insinuates itself under the skin and takes hold. A very trippy auditory experience and Marty is so good!


Attached to the curvatures of design that create the mere concept of mind of electrical current running through every line connected to the imaginary source, integral like blood feeds a starving brain.


Absorbed by the elevation in the depth of the lake the individuals as grass absorbed the complete essence of their environment yet still maintain their shape.


This then, your portal wiped clean, to catch the gleam in my eye, as I peer through all the places on the other side.


"He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake.." Discovered by surprise like a gift under a tree that lives inside for a day the unusual smile fell into place as a pattern to start each day.