Light flows in on slyssle currents
(slyly and without hassle)......
reflected in eyes of butterflies....
autumn leaves given new life....
the wind sighs with delight....
-matthew sipress
@November 4, 2002
airlesslunar@yahoo.com













Cool autumn winds whisper with tranquil voices
as they sough through the trees.....
Their gentle breezes touch the spirit 
with serenity.....
In endless reveries throughout the night....

-Matt Sipress
Copyright:
October 28, 2002














Heart Flight

Last night I dreamt
I danced
in chiaroscuro,
gliding across the floor
with his brown skin
on my pink skin.
Oh, I knew where his ended
and mine began,
but I pretended I didn't!
And as we danced
I fell in love:
maybe with him,
maybe with the dance,
or maybe with
the dream itself.

Cynthia Shipley
Copyright February 22, 2002














~my place~

i walked...
i flew to the land
that i can sometimes
call my own.
my place...

it's beautiful at dusk,
this place.
it's my favorite place
in the entire world...
because it's mine.

the canyon below me,
the sky above me...
when i'm there,
my mind wanders away
from everything...
everything, but beauty.

when i sit there
and my bare feet dangle freely
in the open air,
my heart beats wildly
at the sight of this land,
the scent of the wind,
and the feeling that i get 
every time i'm there.

my bliss...

-Sage 
Copyright:
July, 2001
chica_367@hotmail.com













Moonlit Buttercups

Midnight 
under the stars
delirious with blyssful ecstasy
of dyollitria swirls 
floating in my teacup

I drink in placid serenity
as the Vool whispers to me 
from the moonlit buttercups

-Matt Sipress
Copyright:
January 31, 2002
airlesslunar@yahoo.com













~live~

i speak to you
the most powerful
the most profound
word 
in any language 
it is this

"live"


live to run to dance 
and to sing

play your life 
spin by forward numbers 
fast 
now even faster
release negative 
with your hands held out
breath with the winds 
deep

sing out praises 
to the great dream
the one who caused you
to be empty 
so that now
you may be full 

it is in this nothing 
that love can finally 
fill

"live"

be full 
to touch
to experience 
the great gifting
that you are privileged to be

kiss the face 
of the laughing rose
and know its being
soft as elder's flesh
fragrant as young india 
alive like you
right now

"live"

breath and be
it is in the nothing
that this filling
becomes alive

love is not being chosen
love is choosing
to stay
and 
to give of fullness

or
to go
and 
to be free in fullness 




live...



-Kimba
Copyright:
February 1, 2002















LITTLE CHARMS
MADE BY HAND
WITH HALF MOON FACES
CHIMING IN THE WIND
TALL SPINDLE Y RED CALLA LILIES
SWAY IN RHYTHM WITH THEIR TUNE
AND FOUR SETS OF FAIRIES EYES
FILLED WITH CURIOSITY
PEER OUT OVER THE HUGE GREEN LEAVES
THEIR TINY GIGGLES BARELY AUDITABLE
FLOATING BY WITH THE BREEZE

IT'S EVIDENT THEY ARE WATCHING YOU
THROUGH THE WINDOW AS YOU WRITE
BUT NO SUDDEN MOVEMENT DARE YOU MAKE
OR LET THIS JOY YOU FEEL UNFOLD
FOR FEAR THEY WILL DISAPPEAR INTO THE NIGHT
AND YOU WILL BE LEFT ALONE
SO RIDGE YOU SET
HAND TREMBLING WITH PEN
AND PRETEND
TO WRITE ACROSS THE BLANK PAGES
WHILE SILENTLY LAUGHING WITHIN

BY WOLFEYES
Copyright
6-26-01
Jourdamivia@aol.com