so say the lines

It's like royalty amongst flowers; soft, velvety, curled leaves protect a showy center that draws bees to their purpose; pollinate.


Flowers are nothing without illumination.


from one bridge to another
the crossing metaphorical
the journey unavoidable


elevator moments of inspiration
there is no way out
but up


two tiny stones sit inside a dark space beneath a granite face with time worn eye to see from either side the inside of the mind currently manifesting two tiny stones as some kind of teeth grinning beneath the stone eye observing all from either side and back and forth perception goes and only the observer ever really knows if there is someone there or not.