Their cadence syncopated by raindrops and bird calls


Max Ernst


Softening their intelligence

transparent as water and air

they meander through the maps of their minds

unraveling the edges of illusion


Circumnavigating the solid grid of references

they walk deftly under the ladders of hierarchy

The flight of their passions

entertaining the complexities of insight


Their cadence syncopated

by raindrops and bird calls

they resonate as bells ringing

weathering the storms of vulnerability


Each of their words

the flesh of their hearts

their ageless spirits

carry loss as kites in the wind


While planting bright seeds

in fecund dust

where some may grow

under the radar



Artist: Max Ernst


10 responses

  1. This was an emotional roller-coaster ride for me Jana, through mazes and waterfalls. I keep reading the last two verses, pure gems. And oh yes, “bright seeds” please, please “grow under the radar”…

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    • armed with tuning fork and shovel, this song comes to mind John…

      “To everything, turn, turn, turn.
      There is a season, turn, turn, turn.
      And a time to every purpose under heaven.
      A time to build up, a time to break down.
      A time to dance, a time to mourn.
      A time to cast away stones.
      A time to gather stones together.”

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