W A V E S ON SHORE Breaking walls and customs R A G I N G BONES Cultivating freedom there is a call for the wake of a kite flying as high as life in color born unwise there is a Ball in the name of a night bellevue lighthouse the sailor is on the rise B R A V E AND SURE facing winds and doors B R A V I N G STORMS Contemplating floors.

If the Sun is a star What are we so confused about, love? Peppermint blues, my dove Pamper blues.

The sound of the wind in the trees The dance of a couple bees The stillness of water A sailor on a pond A hug from a stranger A rainbow. The beauty in a rainbow is that It always incarnates itself in the present moment Promising to never last ; It’s honest and fast. Peace, maybe is the movement of honesty towards time.

Super Blood Moon At the counter of my Soul I snapped and poured a drink I forgot that I was full. Nothing left but bad rhymes baby. ©GOLSEN May 26th 2021

Old mirror Dear mirror Previous version of thyself Swooned by days of unrest and slippery trials Caught in the names of wounds that begin with anger Set in bones and cloned to an old area Where you couldn’t find yourself Where you couldn’t catch your breath Where you couldn’t run Nor swear Where there was no sun To set on all your pain Slippery slope Catch me if you can Old mirror Let me play one more game.

The moon is speechless When the wolves cry And I stand breathless Right where twelve dying doves lie It isn’t about a dream, child It isn’t about it It is about a stream of light Rolling around to hit Shovels, dispensaries and faucets Battling many mysteries in one set Give me…

Two birds are singing to one another One says fly The other says nest One says cry The other says rest Rediscovering one’s true power Is the secret of time Held close to one’s chest While lies are made stronger To keep the child From being blessed Two birds are singing this morning A tune found In fantasy Dissolving doubts Into harmony © GOLSEN October 2020

Is the time away from you time away from truth? Is comfort ever taking you from the truth? When comfort stands in your light Like a knife and a cry Waiting on the night In a bed of lies To cover your tears Fears And anxieties You can’t stand up right You can’t ride your truth. Keep your faith hanging on the roof And you will always find that you are enough You’ll always find in you that nest of love You’ll always find love.

The rock is the teacher The sea is the teacher The horizon is the teacher The leaf is the teacher The bee is the teacher Time is the teacher, The one observing all that is the student.