What Crosses My Mind

  • A Week In The Forest

    To leave it all behind, pitched a tent near the water’s edge, a place I would often fantasize to be a stopping ground the pain and fear of having to survive, suddenly wrapped in the cool depths. ~ I looked around for no one, only the animals in the deep wood, wondering what creature I…

  • A Gentle Soul

    Perhaps we are challenged is such in a tender moment this chance moment, lives would intertwine soft measure. When if could I love this life with holding a serenade in Grace perhaps this centering could become a manifest Sweet is a kind sort of love. ©️ Thom Amundsen 6/2021

  • Lost Moments

    In our lives we have many experiences travails of innocence no one has an answer to suggest an outcome only hitch on, grab a strand of burlap, feel the dust build underneath our psyche and ride on. ~ I’ve always enjoyed the horizon seeing wheat fields flowing in an autumn breeze, the fresh blossoms of…

  • She Gives Me Real

    When it happens I can smile, not a knowing I am right sort of trivialized agreement, far more this sanity we all try to live yet seldom understand why. I remember once being told we ought not ever ask, only allow let the circumstance be not our own, only cast the open freedom to salvage…

  • Wander Away At 60

    I wonder sometimes, the rains outside no different than they ever can be, paint the ground with symbolic elements of nature, if we could all just walk away hang out in the woods, stay alone away from carrying on misinterpretations of what it is we might have once realized and then, well the time, watch…

  • Wishful Knowledge

    Those times told before when once it happens comes the sigh. It’s that wish of only ‘getting it’ knowing we all had it. Only now a reminder gave us ‘silent scolding’ telling our own selves we ought know. The end result manifest in our own hearts when asked again and in a long-awaited, again. In…

  • We May a Soft Dance

    Oh as the melody would our lives in the balance so envious could I be, she, him, her as well, all of us together internally a maze of authenticity for the stars align, while magic is a mystery imagine this is our legacy to be two people, three, maybe more who all believe the other,…

  • I Cried For You Today

    A sadness occurs when rain speaks talks of a surrounding pool of grief Once in awhile the woods cannot give solace to the falling showers of common recall and contribution. I like to spend my time in the forest, often there are moments where truly I have hidden from the reality of life amongst the…

  • Having A Cry

    Just now, in the quiet atmosphere, where no one might hear my sigh. A silent recall today a different time, conversation and laughs, and then a glance, a pause when eyes purposely met one another again. Quite evident is the changing focus, something exciting to us both.   I will remember you a saying just…

  • Watching Their World Begin

    Sweet elegance is the certain beauty of love two soul who find their journey will be one   So many possibilities, such wandering imagery yet with time in eloquence Rose and Nick   will find a world to gather in such is a storm as is the burden of the human condition alone.   The…