Inside a storm—powered walks and ghost-faced—the apparitions of other forms and memories of other long walking times when you and I crossed those places of doubt or mystery of the one to another and more touched a love touched—love touch and not to end or to begin but to exist in a forever place of places and diamond strength.

We—you and I are the always of blood fleshed life and the songs across this universal mist and more between our hopes and fears and the together mists of we—have been here and are now among those stars beneath and below the skies. We are the power of magic life as words fail us and hand touches hand and hearts do thump together into those together places where we together begin and end and begin again…

We do not summon love…It whispers to our spirits—and touches us beyond the flesh of resistance and routes of layers and lives inside walls too high to be climbed or under or around or about the shouts of daily doubts and flight. Love heart touches and reaches—into body frail and those impossible attempts to hide among thrones of thorns and weary costs already paid and already spent. Listen—just listen. And! Love reminds us of the equality of equals—woman and man and the spirits of all trapped and living sentient sentences of life inside body—minding body.

In Calimesa City—seasons sometimes never alter the changes of day-to-day or week-be-week…In oiled air and heat/cold times—slick sea surfaces of spilled fog vapor and left over atmosphere exist…There be here… no peace in the world physical; space of place—we so require peace and survival love—surviving touches of harmony and balance and notions of understanding flash when notions between bullet touch and thunder waits just after lighting streaks across the sky of storms and cool winds stir after the noises of sky-rockets and after smoke fades from visions and sight.

In Calimesa City of Hearts—dwell the united of twin-twined spirits twirling the whirling of life and by passing this way to that place—continue they or stop or begin or begin the other dances of other places and races and the rhythm of spin story and formations of other forms…Abbreviations or truncations or annunciations and oh? The variations of Life Force and Form spin circles of universal swirl and twirl and whirl.

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Go Your Own Way’ —by Lissie