What Crosses My Mind

  • The Moon Spins While Being Human

    Just when – a life – began to know, the world would turn upside down, up and down, the roller coaster of living, that piece of life, that living peace, the part of never knowing exactly why, why not, why should we begin to feel there is a real reason, it would be so easy,…

  • What Rally Cry

    Standing alone, choosing alone, no dial tone, seems the last moments will bend forever the opportunity to glance ahead, beyond the scrutiny deeply laid inside the victim’s head.   and then …   There is the question of whose hurt is more measurable, the choice, or the outcome, the afterward, or perhaps it is the…

  • While Winter Whisper

    Oh to play with the notion of thought, to understand the reasoning behind purpose, attitude, maybe the inspiration, we all do seek when lost in the shuffling nature of the season.   Oh, when winter will remark upon a simple morning frost, to make allowance for concept, to create, maybe instinctive, our bodies, our selves,…

  • While Wandering Many Years

    I remember, when as a child, I noticed for the first time, beauty, the sort that remained with me, for the rest of my life.   Oh it came in a smile, a long and enduring hug, a remark a passerby whom might notice, or help or assist, or wonder, rather than showing some practiced…

  • Where Is My Window

    When looking for a foothold, the chance of a bargain certainly eats away integrity as might be imagined.   While walking one evening, it did suddenly dawn on me, in a rise of agony, how disturbing is loss.   Perhaps one day when right an adage so often felt to emote would be my saving…

  • 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…

  • While Listening To Time

    There it was, again, a reminder seems steeping, nearly scalding water, the verses played on and on, like droplets, an emotional victory, my intuition lay so naked surroundings familiar, I played the violin mindful song again, There it was second all it took, a simple thought I could travel then, away for miles while a…

  • The Hypocrisy of Faith

    Steeped in idol trepidation, an iconic stature, a reasonably moral conclusion, yet, a stark reminder is when we choose to know our side.   Which side, whose side, why should we decide what favor we rely upon to gather strength, when choices made, become the standard bearer, the party favorite.   Words bandied about, tribalism,…

  • While Digging

    With a mental spade in hand, I broke ground in a volatile land.   It is the sort of tale we often forget, when suddenly life simply won’t relent.   I crossed over into a forgotten meadow, only to find I’d still carried a shadow.   There is a reality in knowing the right word…

  • When Wandering Headlights Weep

    In picture windows across the world, they watch, they stare, they sometimes cry, they’re the souls left alone to wonder, watching the headlights streamline by, like a slow motion ray of long wound catapults of energy, sweeping past the imagination without waiting wanderers, perhaps ne’er a question of why.   We all might wish to…