shadows of time roaring in the wind,

but cannot make them a lifelong friend,

years can only search for a shelter from magician's hat,

beginning; free flow of something new

summer solstice

empty noise of this world ; has evaporated to its own drum,

somewhere a old wooden clock knocks once,

between its beat; decades

between my heart; lifetimes

from the midsummer skies are falling buzzing melody of beautiful dimensions, thunderbird

precious fear of the unknown; the deepest caring extends its presence,

highly advanced light beams hugging inside out,

unconditional support from behind the veil

positive charge; second name of yours,

happiness that never ends,

radiate

tu es spiritus novae aurorae

shinrin-yoku

through between space of the daily steps;

calling in the moment,

colours of a very unique projection;

your endlesness,

breathe

why so fearful, you enchanting beings,

who claims your days,

who can be your authority more than you are,

is there a creator greater than you,

keep feeling your own energy; it gives,

an equal charge of high synergy with those who truly resonate within,

They are here with you.

could it be that all of the concepts of this world ;

are wandering in your lap of unbounded perception,

indicating your own reflection, emotional responses of your state of being,

a mirror for what your awareness is,

there's nothing greater than what you truly are,

hoping you all will find it, be still; in this painting scape lovely creature;

then you are infinite

observe

fine bridges of our journeys, sometimes surrounded by an eerie mist, unknown; shaking

the part that shakes :

the collected knowledge of familiar camera settings; already known as safe to choose, nothing new, easy to adjust with the same way; learned

still these old camera settings are more than ready to move forward from the lens; the photographer knows this in the guts; learned, thank you for so many good photos

but.... shaking

this learned concept is waiting for a conscious permission of the author's free will,

simultaneously making vibration by two movements of energy with multiple subtle side streams, hitting against each other ; vast and narrow. measureless consciousness creating itself in measurable environment, no wonder it's shaking, shake of love, your light embodied

the fine bridge as it is, cannot move. it just is. the photographer sees it.

the eerie mist feels attractive yet the old shutter speed cannot reach it, nor can the automatic daylight adjuster collect that light which is far beyond its magnitude

it requires threshold stepping to reveal the new settings of the camera. of those unknown adjustments that photographer feels in the guts.

settings that were always there yet out of the scale because there was so much to learn before. there truly was.... trembling

energy in motion

a plan, creation, design, gathering tensiom, releasing:

with all of its shades; it's all you,

spellbinding artist, doing your own design, widening the aperture of your camera lens, moving the light wherever you want to; ‘cause you can

the responsibility of photographer is to learn this new phase of self by trusting within,

make those new unknowns familiar to you, loosen the concept of the fear by knowing it is all your imagination, knowing that your last name is Kindness

no evil can penetrate that truth,

bath in that knowledge....

each mist will unfold beautiful views because; you said to your inner designer " nothing less will i not accept”

feel that phrase and make it real to you

these are expansions in consciousness, which are deeply positive,

it is all about caring, understanding that all is well, radiating this silently by only trusting yourself.

You are the Caring, Home and therefore the Love,

the Love is endless creation of ever expanding energies that we all are,

so be it

somewhere after its precisely coordinated exhales in the oblivion,

inhaling; remembrance

midst of that slowly awaken painting,

even if he was surrounded by bright summer waters,

and those waves of warmth,

sunlight from up above of the frames,

now so frameless reach,

felt longing different than ever;

through peaceful emptiness of being,

a man under the lonely fir tree,

once such a lonely seedling,

once such a graceful seed,

senses the forest around, itself as a part of it;

once so apart...

early morning breeze it whispers;

memories such unseen, he can't quite explain,

pulse of belonging, calls of being happy again,

cannot drag into dreary wheels loop, once was part of it; enough,

now apart of it ; grateful

each of us we need our smile back, with not the harsh way; that is not what we are

it is something that really shines through those eyes; your own light, your pure smile

life is supposed to be an adventure, hatred not,

the ones you truly love; always within your heart, you will never go away from Home you are, together you are beams of special beloved team,

someday you will hug again, lighter than ever,

remember you are always; beyond reach of earthy sandbox play;

you have hidden the treasure much deeper, and you will find it,

let your smile find a way to break through,

to illuminate your way, choose your heart 's trail,

worry not. believe it,

a new dawn.

enter: the nomad