What Crosses My Mind

  • Abundant Love

    If a  heart and soul feel aligned, then kindness could exist in our lives. If in those moments of fear and wrath, we need believe, a smile can be free. A lifetime lays upon anyone’s dream, and it’s there to create beauty alone. When next we might question worth, stay true, heart and soul will…

  • Frozen State of Mind

    When everything we ask seems so much effort, looking for any spark of engagement in our lives. We can find ourselves running in place, always hopeful, always wishing for a new end. And that conclusion, nothing really did change, We all kept rushing toward the next fad. If when the brain is stagnant we could…

  • People make up stories everyday and I think mine are half made while I dream. They are usually so good I forget them by daybreak.

  • How We Do Measure

    If I could reach into that peaceful nature we dream. Might all my misgivings put aside any reflections rewound. In the capacity of a day, so much turmoil lay ahead if I allow fear to manifest. Instead this kindness, shared love would be, peace of mind.

  • Outline for a One Act Play

    Character one – Luke – he’s a ninth grader who came in with a good possibility. One of the first times I encountered him was in early rehearsals for a production. He came in, delivered his line and then exited, not being nearby for his next entrance. I asked where he was and a couple…

  • Stop Signs

    We wake in the morning, fresh, new ideas prevail. A lighter tone is possible, if we stay away from doubt. Our world in a periscope like any number of experiments.

  • On Breathing

    In a panic realizing a vulnerability. I can’t breathe, my anxiety is alive. It was a quiet night minutes ago. My whole word could crash, or I might breathe.

  • Words

    Listen to this I heard the other day, I’ll change the story with the retell, Hopefully the point will be made. I can no longer remember why, But for now I just need someone To believe my current complaint. Our society relies upon truths, But there is so much nonsense, It’s nearly impossible to believe.…

  • Vacant Eyes

    Like all the way across the room, vision every side glance is fierce. Well past anyone’s curiosity. A hierarchal metaphor living Within my own gentle mystique. I want to know, you know just how far do we need to land, and the idea reminds me of us to sanctify that earlier report. Stepping in a…

  • Peace and Love

    It’s funny how a couple of words can change the tone of an entire piece. I just wrote my view of Christmas, posted it, and then returned to make a couple of small edits. A couple of words changed the meaning with ever so subtle a flare. I suppose one has to decide whether they…