What Crosses My Mind

  • Nature Is An Ask

    We wind our humanity across a babbling stream call it our own of course for we say we belong. Matters little life of a creature seeming dream this haven feed silence in their tiny world long.   Scrape away life with corrosive blades of pain the construct of a vision far beyond that of game.…

  • 5:30 AM

    The morning dawn still veiled in black, humanity in slow arrival, a sterile environment, low murmurs, occasional throat clearing, expressive faces that suggest one of two things only, apprehension or task. either way, it is apparent for some not a typical day, for other’s a certain service project a life long dedication to helping the…

  • In Nature

    Today we will travel miles to reach a peace, a settling of soils enriching Nature’s quiet beauty. We will haul our materials in a trek inside Her monastery while there we will think only of the sounds and sights of the forest. There is a spectacular symbolism with asking the environment to allow us to…