What Crosses My Mind

  • The Passing, of a Day

    When begins insurmountable task, the waking anxiety, a desire to burrow rather than the music of the day.   We all seemingly rise to a pattern so familiar, oddly routine, sometimes forgetting simple beauty.   Our lives caught up in the now, my mother used to say, he’s a now person referring to life, whenever…

  • Constant Simplicity

    Rather than exhausting energy quiet the mind at sunrise, a day of relaxation to gather in the threads ~ Of a puzzle of fabric holding trees together, only meant for a tired body to swing, to lounge, to nap ~ Under a streaming light’s presence, without a worry on our mind, except to look at life…

  • Daybreak Solitude

    Glance to the sky nature stream light the day ahead soft, serene, only alive a wisp of breeze tests tree limb’s might speak silent inside a  dream we thrive ~ To know a world we exist in with material only awaits our action without expectation this is absolute reality without the surreal nature of knowing, without…