What Crosses My Mind

  • On Being Present

    Oh, to discard the past, the volumes and layers of discrediting haste will weigh heavy the favors. Years in solitude the mind is porous yearning for attitude a venture laborious. The tasks of happiness ought be adventurous. © Thom Amundsen 10/2021

  • Turning Point

    When presence takes hold the past grows old. We have to allow ourselves to put the odds on shelves Life holds a sunny sky, so when that is the why let everything go, just like being in the know. There is a crucible stands direct make it questionable and indirect. © Thom Amundsen 10/2021

  • Key Responsibility

    It’s a morning gray skies outside sunlight is somewhere last night’s thought sifting into my world. A mixed bag of insolent treats. If I choose to open them I could follow a light wants to take me somewhere. Somewhere out of here. Though then I realize we, ourselves, are responsible for the keys.   ©…

  • Set Sail

    Oh to be that stifling energy, the sort we practice far too much, the moment we question our integrity we belong locked up and silenced such. It is a confidence thing helps find our path, reach for really anything and curb societal wrath. Telling a story about satisfaction take an effort to experience that the…

  • In A Word

    This could just happen if in one word if we look each other in the eye, if for the sake of another day, if when we feel … no answer. ~ In this word we seem bound by the moment isolate in its own montage of distraction. ~ We are seeking that word fulfills our…

  • A Dwelling Time

    If wait, a silent venture no one else would matter this state of mind. Walk slow in the forest feel the pristine nature of natural life, ours to feel fascination. How will a human being fit into this scheme wanting peace of mind. WE take ourselves inside deep caverns while offering opinion when lost inside.…

  • Words Employ

    Though I wish might words be employ, to quite realize would be to bore (the mind). Finding a phrase attaching to character becomes imperative under analysis. Is it an attraction sets the tone for a positive reaction to the world we’re bound. The traffic of our soul demands when about, sacrifice and resolve seems far…

  • Mind Massage

    It seems silly to imagine being cut from the same mold beautiful people sadly forgotten. Seems there might be a path, we could all trek trying to stay together not losing sight. When lost a tendency to quake remember all the somber matrimony of being alike. Though every little thing probably matters, in the end…

  • Circus Fellow

    This has always been a big show, me and my life in the circus. Bounce me around and pose me I know, sells the tickets gets society to focus on everything that matters. We compel to want to know, to understand, to get the meaning – how it is our lives gel. How do we…

  • This Little Experiment

    He’s not sure it’s working this little experiment still caught off guard, mis-steps, concrete a burden immediate consequence the weight of which, one can never ‘tell me how much more can I handle.’ Perhaps a slowing down (period) when everything else seems miles away, that solution based mind suddenly took vacation, stepped away from the…