What Crosses My Mind

  • Glance into The Morning Fog

    Watching tree limbs bask in the morning fog Their own shadows hidden from naked eye We, the observer might question why Silence in storms, listen a croaking frog.   A world exists speak natural balance Deep in the wood, horrors of life aside Humanity breathe where watcher reside A home is habitat for those who…

  • youR, a teaCher fer cryin’ outLOUD!

    Wait, what, yeah, you are right, so correct, me, cannot argue that. Its, Its, Its, stranglehold on my life is like, I cannot breathe today because I woke and realized, it’s, it’s, it’s, July.   Wait, what? I mean the end of July for crying out loud.   Man, get it together, you are sitting…

  • If I Might Know Passion

    A few years ago, well, readily while listening to something. perhaps the spirited and melodic voice of a Garfunkel phrase, my sister, she told me about the word passion.   I was all of fourteen years old, hormones raging, so the thought of a sexual connotation, freaked me out, sister speaks of a word, two…

  • Breathing Slow Dreams

    It is when we want to cry, the sound will not come, its expanse, fills our lungs to capacity, short breaths, quiet realities, keeps us moving through a storm, taking a moment, a gasp, yet still there is a desire to find more, know a place we might settle in, get perspective, develop a plan,…

  • Settle Sound – Carpe Diem #907 meditation

    comforting news a peace in a visual mental escape ~ we study our lives we mix time we need desire passion suggests love ~ while wander the mind seek solace surround sound sunlight somber ~ quiet peace reflect earth tones sweep animate dreams breath visual ~ in nature beauty inhale happiness exhale in love ~ Carpe…

  • Have I Mentioned

    How beautiful people really are, when we strip away the teflon, discard all of our preconceptions, we allow the door to open rather than having to listen from behind … we stand before one another as we are, without any pretense. Have I mentioned how easily forgotten can be that glorious catharsis when suddenly the…

  • The Departure

    I chose a route today One perhaps not realized When Frost speaks of travels The message is plain A simple analogy The challenge is classic Well aligned; easy, suggestive ~ Yet, what if my path Had huge obstacles Ones that I knew I couldn’t surpass What would be the point? Validation? Recognition? Satisfying an urge…