What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Words

    When inside a cavern of loneliness the sense of light that beacon of direction seems rather amiss. The discovery of finding self always out of reach lost bathing near a sunrise yet still tied in feeling the rocks and dripping stone maintain a hold letting only this internal air be a guide. ~ We can…

  • Unable to Land

    This is a dark cavern like a dream. Travel in a descent, the walls are cold and icy narrowing into a long black hole. A foreboding anxiety rests on shoulders knowing only some faith will allow a waking moment. Speed is remarkable when caught in the cyclone drifting aimless wanting only to step off ……