Journey to the Sea


What's in a Word? Introduction
Insanity Pieces Mama Taught Me Spotted Girl Journey to the Sea Leaving Paradise Projection Name	Journey to the Sea Sunshine rides the rails Pick a spot for the eye to rest Keep it in view and drive fast To spin around A focal point Life is like that Sunshine rides the rails The far mountains are blue And farther yet, so soft Softest at the base Telephone poles guard the rails So many saints crucified Along the road Where Layers define the valley Red willow patches Outline Pale yellow fields Sunshine rides the rails My constant companion Driving away from you My yellow hair falls over one eye Reminding me to watch the road Reminding me that I am golden Haystacks wear green shower caps Neighbors to miles of stick brush The close up view is harsh and tough Beauty thrives in distance Soft blue waves surround Sharp brown ridges Where poor houses sprout like box cacti Thirsty, waiting to be born In the land of metal constructs Sheds, dinosaur cranes Earth is hard here, like a pan Framed by the soft blue border Beautiful distance Sunshine rides the rails My constant companion I am guided through metallic landscape On my journey to the sea The greatest love is the one that will let go Knowing that a treasured moment can only be repeated if it is released The repeated part is the truth And the truth is never the same Truth is the point of union It is intimate, innocent Trusting in the right-use-ness of creation Divine order works Our earthly bargains make heavenly rewards I am in gratitude of this righteous desolation It is so big and much of it is the color of my hair Reminding me that I am golden The land is folded, crumpled like a morning quilt The road sings in places Soprano through the canyon Alto over the bridge Sunshine rides the rails It leads me toward the sea In search of shade, this must be the right direction Landscape above me is one hundred shades of white Talk about alone Way out here above Winnemucca I’m rolling to Paradise No, that was north The ‘48 Willys jeep went there I am westward bound, toward the sea 4 PM mountain time Sunshine rides the rails somewhere else My constant companion eluded me Talk about alone My road saints disappeared The illusive fragrance of freedom has no physical odor Freedom looks like this long stretch of road Earth suddenly turned white and the soft frame at the edge of the valley Endless hardpan Calls me to the sea I want to lie in your sweet arms Hot, in our private starbath Touching you in the places strangers do not see Immersed in the mist of a hot spring Immersed the tender exchange of molecular commerce I want to traffic in your sweet kisses Gaze upon your delicate form I can only see that which fills you The road has opened up Another long stretch calls So I begin again The much-anticipated approach Toward the sea The rails are gone with the dusk Talk about alone What are they thinking? A lonely Motor home stands on a tall foundation Surrounded by six big poplars Then endless hardpan Dotted with endless sagebrush The revelers of sunset just stepped over the edge of the world And a cool, steady hand lays over us Me and the road I now touch myself with the memory of your touch And feel your gentle breath As it carefully modulates My progress in all these moments That are my One Moment

Sunshine rides the rails

Pick a spot for the eye to rest

Keep it in view and drive fast

To spin around

A focal point

Life is like that

Sunshine rides the rails

The far mountains are blue

And farther yet, so soft

Softest at the base

Telephone poles guard the rails

So many saints crucified

Along the road

Where

Layers define the valley

Red willow patches

Outline

Pale yellow fields

Sunshine rides the rails

My constant companion

Driving away from you

My yellow hair falls over one eye

Reminding me to watch the road

Reminding me that I am golden

Haystacks wear green shower caps

Neighbors to miles of stick brush

The close up view is harsh and tough

Beauty thrives in distance

Soft blue waves surround

Sharp brown ridges

Where poor houses sprout like box cacti

Thirsty, waiting to be born

In the land of metal constructs

Sheds, dinosaur cranes

Earth is hard here, like a pan

Framed by the soft blue border

Beautiful distance

Sunshine rides the rails

My constant companion

I am guided through metallic landscape

On my journey to the sea

The greatest love is the one that will let go

Knowing that a treasured moment can only be repeated if it is released

The repeated part is the truth

And the truth is never the same

Truth is the point of union

It is intimate, innocent

Trusting in the right-use-ness of creation

Divine order works

Our earthly bargains make heavenly rewards

I am in gratitude of this righteous desolation

It is so big and much of it is the color of my hair

Reminding me that I am golden

The land is folded, crumpled like a morning quilt

The road sings in places

Soprano through the canyon

Alto over the bridge

Sunshine rides the rails

It leads me toward the sea

In search of shade, this must be the right direction

Landscape above me is one hundred shades of white

Talk about alone

Way out here above Winnemucca

I’m rolling to Paradise

No, that was north

The ‘48 Willys jeep went there

I am westward bound, toward the sea

4 PM mountain time

Sunshine rides the rails somewhere else

My constant companion eluded me

Talk about alone

My road saints disappeared

The illusive fragrance of freedom has no physical odor

Freedom looks like this long stretch of road

Earth suddenly turned white and the soft frame at the edge of the valley

Endless hardpan

Calls me to the sea

I want to lie in your sweet arms

Hot, in our private starbath

Touching you in the places strangers do not see

Immersed in the mist of a hot spring

Immersed the tender exchange of molecular commerce

I want to traffic in your sweet kisses

Gaze upon your delicate form

I can only see that which fills you

The road has opened up

Another long stretch calls

So I begin again

The much-anticipated approach

Toward the sea

The rails are gone with the dusk

Talk about alone

What are they thinking?

A lonely Motor home stands on a tall foundation

Surrounded by six big poplars

Then endless hardpan

Dotted with endless sagebrush

The revelers of sunset just stepped over the edge of the world

And a cool, steady hand lays over us

Me and the road

I now touch myself with the memory of your touch

And feel your gentle breath

As it carefully modulates

My progress in all these moments

That are my One Moment