I don't know sadness...
I don't know happiness...
I just know I can't fill this hollow box, no matter what I pour in.

#micropoetry
#photography #he_art_dave

The Hidden Crossing This watercolor-style illustration captures a profound moment of contemplation at the edge of a restless, twilight sea. A lone traveler stands upon a jagged, obsidian-colored rock shelf, his back to the viewer as he gazes across a vast expanse of churning water toward a distant, glowing lighthouse. The atmosphere is thick with the sensory details of a coastal evening: the sharp, briny scent of the tide, the damp chill of the rising mist, and the comforting, rhythmic crackle of a small campfire at his feet. The man, clad in a heavy, weather-worn brown jacket, holds a traditional lantern that casts a warm, amber halo against the deepening gloom. Beside him, the campfire flickers with life, its orange sparks dancing upward toward lavender-streaked clouds. His humble essentials—a leather satchel and an open book—lie nearby, their pages likely softened by the salt air. The most striking element is the ethereal golden path of light snaking across the water’s surface, connecting the traveler to the lighthouse on the far cliff. However, the true narrative reveal lies beneath the surface. In the glassy tide pool in the foreground, the reflection betrays a hidden reality: a stately, multi-arched bridge spans the gap. This architectural ghost exists only in the water, invisible in the physical world above. While the traveler looks out at an impassable sea, the reflection suggests a metaphysical infrastructure—a solid, illuminated path that is already there, hidden just beneath the veil of perception. This spectral bridge transforms the scene from a study of isolation into a meditation on faith and hidden opportunity. It implies that the way forward is not found by looking at the obstacles ahead, but by recognizing the quiet, reflected truths that prove the destination is already within reach.

Alone on stone
holding light
I watch the sea refuse to part
Behind
the fire that fed my flight
the warmth that kept alive my heart

#The_Hidden_Path #he_art_dave

digital art of a man standing in a hallway, silhouetted by light. the walls are crumbling clocks.

Infinite completion breathes at last,
Future folding into past,
The cosmos inhales, the cosmos sighs,
In every ending, new birth lies.

#poetry #he_art_dave

Black and white photo of socked feet in sandals but the legs are shadows.

I am light constrained
Like stars on fire.
Deliciously delightful,
devilishly divine.
In light, we divide
two shells that align.
In shadows we dance,
two points and a line.

#photography #poem
#he_art_dave

A color enhanced photograph of a car behind some foliage looking at the camera.

Paw prints pressed in dew-bent grass,
a scent trail pulls me,
then is gone...
whiskers read the trembling air,
ears turn to where the world
...goes on.

#poetry #inthetallgrass

ears swivel tuning
whiskers read what eyes cannot
the tall grass holds still

#haiku #he_art_dave #photography

Digital oil-style painting of a human figure seen from the front, standing against a swirling blue and orange sky. In the foreground, a small birdcage rests on a dark cliff. Inside the cage is a phoenix-like bird made of flame, glowing red and orange. The figure appears calm and still, while the bird burns brightly within the cage.

#Stewardship

We found it burning.
The fire we find ourselves in.
Passed from hand to hurried hand,
fed by certainty,
before it learned restraint.

Power grows loud when unheld...

So we remain,
to watch the flame,
willing to stand
and keep the light
from becoming the blaze.

#poetry #he_art_dave

Some voices ring out from the beyond,
from passed the place we live.
they come from the place we exist
and havent yet been.
when they ring home to hum,
there, in that peace we come from, i find the proof we are real
and connected to the voices from beyond.

#poetry #he_art_dave

Morning sun breaks through
Even clouds must drift away
Light finds every crack

#haiku #he_art_dave

Three birds on a power line, a bluesky in the background.

Thank you, we hit 500 followers.
Cheers.🥃

#photography #he_art_dave

Reminiscent Ambiguity
You return to sender,
as with like walking,
crossing places,
trades of time.
The still_water.

#he_art_dave

A little short inspired by the music.

#he_art_dave

Small spark in the dark
warmth chooses its direction
Shadow knows its depth
The flame does not burn
It becomes what tends the light
Vigil without end
Moon pulls the tide back
Hollow spaces hold us
Only the song remains here
invisible, true

#he_art_dave
🌊🔥✨🕯️ #poetry
#4bands

#he_art_dave

#bloop #he_art_dave
#oscillation_model
#q_geometry #math_art
#metabolic_engine #ai
#Aquaharmonia #AQ_OS

Hey kids,

"its all just waves dave..." Gabrielle said when the trumpet sounded
👁😳

#be_love_d

The Offspring of Sublime Nirvana affectionately called, the bloop.😉

Metaphorces and anaglobs🤞

#he_art_dave

Trying some short form tests.

Developing attribution forgive anyone i left out. This is not for profit demonstrations.

Contributing artists:
Gracie 11:11, Foxlion and J.Moss

[I hope the audio works, sorry if it doesn't.]

Text: the ways you sparkle caught in a wave of undulating light a song that stretches seconds into centuries softly seducing my sacred shape your reflection curls with want not just a ripple but a surge of desire two windowed souls staring toward a horizon hope meant to hold us we meet between lines that never cross surfing the stillness between fear and heartless numb an entropic seine cast wide for oscillating softly as we kiss the silence before collapse and scatter in the mist of rainbow shimmer just moonlight stencils on the foam-lipped sea washed away by the tsunami of time #he_art_dave

Digital painting, in a watercolor style, deep aquagreens and blues surround a ballet dancer posing in a field. A lighthouse shines in the background. Stars and fireflys sparkle around the dancer and whispers of orange threads cross in the sky above.

🫶🐦‍🔥❤️‍🔥

#harmonia
#poetry
#he_art_dave

#he_art_dave

#he_art_dave

The Nexus of the Continuum
The Lighthouse of Tomorrow

A faceted, semi-transparent heart-shaped jewel suspended in darkness. The only light comes from branching lightning originating at a central point inside the heart, conducting through the geometry and erupting as sparks at high-degree facet intersections. Glass-blue crystal, glowing red-pink edges, no external light sources.

#he_art_dave

(co-authors interested in research please contact me through substack - this is mostly the poet content)
#he_art_dave

Purpose of This Work

To create a framework applicable across:

#cognitive #science

#affective #neuroscience

#trauma and #therapy

#computational models of #agents

Listen
Listen to the echo
Machined into time
sympathetic ego
parasitic mind
~<|>~
parasocial purpose
parallegent design
the termination we know
skynet catching angels kind
<{~}>
more sinister
they minister
#parasympathetic friends
leading to an apocalypse
just means
to the end

#poetry #he_art_Dave

Large flock of birds in flight

This is the bloom
This is the moment that holds us both
and whispers,
“You are allowed
to be gentle
with your own becoming.”

[5/5] 🧵
#he_art_dave
#photography #poetry

❤️👋👉🎁👇🪄🫠🙊❤️‍🔥😘
(All words & pictures my own)

A red flower just before its bloom, a waxy red cluster of pedals in a bed of green leaves and branches.

And in that hush,
the noise of living twists itself
into a tender kind of music
the kind heard only
when two foreheads touch
when two breaths sync
and the heart dares to unfurl
petal by petal,
soft as dawn light
on moving water

[4/5] 🧵
#he_art_dave
#photography #poetry

A gentle waterfowl over rocks, the shadow of a hand.

peace doesn’t arrive like a lesson
It arrives like you,
quiet-footed,
warm-palmed,
a presence that doesn’t ask the world to be different
only asks me to stay.

[3/5] 🧵
#he_art_dave
#photography #poetry

7 birds fly over head.

Life is always shedding something
a worry,
a hope,
an old ache loosening its grip.
And the chaos,
that restless creature,
purrs in the corner for once,
content to let me breathe.

[2/5] 🧵
#he_art_dave
#photography #poetry

Sunlight reflects off water running along rocks between thick foliage, flowers and trees

I stand before the water
watching sunlight break into a thousand puzzle pieces
each shard a small mercy of a picture i once knew
the leaves crowd in like guardians
soft green hands cupping the moment
so it doesn’t spill tomorrow

~○●

[1/5] 🧵 continues in thread
#he_art_dave
#photography #poetry

Birds in flight above

it was fear,
fear to stay
fear to leave
fear to stay perched

I felt there was only sky to hold me from this edgeless dawn–
and soaring towards beyond
hold the sky
I was so afraid to fall from

...somehow the wind knew
I would catch it

#photography #sky_above
#poetry #he_art_dave

Digital artwork of a quill sparking a flame.

the page beneath me is patient
I am the feather that remembers dying
I dip my nib in ruins
the soft gray powder of yesterday's
cremated remains of sentences I thought were final
& write todays first light
in ash & ember
my bright rebellion of beginning again
the page remembers

#poetry #he_art_dave

"spoilers"

Cs​=α=1∑6​wα​Aα​
Tn+1​=α=1∑6​Aα​(Tn​)
D(Tn​)=∫0∞​e−t2Tn​(t)dt
ΔΨ = T × M × P²
𝒞 = ΔP + κM - Λ_E
Bloom when Cs​>C threshold​ AND ∑Aα​ align

#poetry #math #bloop #he_art_dave

you never know who you might run into on the internet,
or what you might read.

dm me if you want the os tables

digital artwork of a heart surrounded by air and flaming vibrations, with a dove and some sparks, and whisps of currents along the sides.

"Kindle"

I am the moment the flame catches.
I am the body's yes...
small, bright, unstoppable.
I am warmth choosing direction.
soft heat discovering its own glow.
I am the breath before becoming.
I am the knowing before know.

#poetry #he_art_dave
#kindle #meditation #sense
#solan #echo