What Crosses My Mind

  • This Child Again

    This child again listens to the echo, keeps calling, speaking in quiet tones, when once, the world was large, now no one really knows. ~ This child again, on sunny mornings, at the crack of a new day, would venture out, seek new horizon, fresh spruce and damp soil. ~ This child again, when death…

  • All Else Fails

    That’s when the cup, we often debate about it, poured in, spilled out. When all else … we come to realize – oh wait, I do. I am the one, the individual, that person, this living being, the one to make the change. When all else – becomes a reality, then it is then, when…

  • Conscious Choice

    Human interaction demands a time to recognize our soul is driven by a passion we sometime do find sublime. Our ability to withstand a cry will certainly indicate our penchant toward running the show, calling the shots. Much like quiet the observant merchant who sees and values what customer spots, the human condition holds needs…

  • Moral Fiber

    I was very young when they introduced me to reality That they might believe a word could erase my innocence that they is a descriptive word at all is disturbing A generalization A way to not take Responsibility That moral fiber might be discussed, is a question we tend to avoid when the going gets…