What Crosses My Mind

  • An Observation In Absence

    The other night I attended ‘Just Mercy’ at our local theater complex. It was a late showing, but still I was struck with wonder about the emptiness of the room. I was actually the only person in the theater, it was a rather surreal experience. Now I’ve been to shows with limited audience in the…

  • The Importance of Beauty

    We live in a society of measure. Of mirrors and reflections and purposeful glances. We operate by sensing physicality alone, even when made aware of a far deeper context to what is beauty in our lives, in our society. This is an important subject to dwell upon in light of the ugliness we are experiencing…

  • Are We All The Same

    Do we feel pain rather simple agony stepping upon cracks forgetting  what is civility.   Sitting in another quiet century last one got away from me.   Wandering in my mind his heart became a wonder just how far our lives –   Could we see the light of day when the birds own the…

  • The Will to Fight

    Was a day would a shadow be a muse could satisfy, ever loom cast a pall slow remember with little why. ~ In a breeze follow desire beauty is time lights a fire when all around our lives seem daunting love does remain. ~ A source indeed such is freedom her spirit waits … allow…

  • A Walk Inside A Dream

    Took a walk inside a dream, seemed the same, each waking moment, a breath of wonder then wander back inside visit old friends stir memories of an attitude the sort of look in an eye when we might fall into the shell of our selves inside the dream everything happens we sometimes wish away from…

  • What Really Means Love Today

    Lately the news has been grim. We seem to be riding on this roller coaster of misinformation that draws our compassion in far too many directions. It really appears that on any given day we could lose sight of what is really important to us, based upon where we see our world headed. At least…

  • There In The Deep Wood

    There in the deep wood I would watch, the lights on the house in the distance burn, the figures inside I knew like my own, in the damp soil, I would wait in the wood. wondering if they would ever venture out, would they wonder where I might next shout. There in the deep wood…

  • Two Would Pass Together

    (dedicated to the goodness of time, a friend and his family) When in a moment we might reflect upon the reason, we could together share a memory, the fleeting laughter, we would do this together, wouldn’t we create a scene, a wonderful attribute, of the years, oh the many years, the travels we knew without…

  • Forgotten Are Quiet Souls

    We tend to dissuade our mind to remember those the forgotten lives of the many abandoned in the quiet winds of change.   When the world wreaks havoc upon the sanity of a society designed toward freedom, too often the prospect of truth   is lost upon the game of advancement. We settle into a…

  • This Quiet Passion

    It is a love, a desire, a response to silence, for so many occasions, while the skies do glance the usual, always, the emotions might trigger, might respond, could offer a storm of wrath, or perhaps, when least we anticipate, a light rain, to cleanse our soul, allow our lives to breathe, beyond the casual…