Apr 13, 2021

Night, like a tent.

Night arrived, right on time. 

Moon, but no wind at all. 

Life, as still as death. 

Let there be peace. 

Night, like a tent. 

Moonlight, like a lantern. 

Let there be peace. 

Dawn is but a promise, 

Not a guarantee. 


Pine trees shaped like triangles, breathing like humans.

Redwood trees as strong as helpful giants, also breathing.

A breathing sky as lovely as a woman

Longing for love.

The watershed, Putah Creek here, breathing loudly

Like a young man who knows nothing of love.

Sunset is coming.

The breathing Earth spins like a dervish

While the solar system slides through the galaxy.

The universe breathes, like a tree, like the watershed.

Motion and growth. Breath.


I’d like to point out to people the divine in a musical language that transcends words. I want to speak to their souls. 

-John Coltrane

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