What Crosses My Mind

  • Strong Presence

    When the immediate becomes Our primary focus. Measures of time put aside, With memory and somber moments. All quiet reminders, what once was. Today it lays ahead yet we caution  Ourselves to peek too far. A full moon suggests our psyche, While deep inside we are safe. Bless the moment when the now Begins our…

  • A Week In The Forest

    To leave it all behind, pitched a tent near the water’s edge, a place I would often fantasize to be a stopping ground the pain and fear of having to survive, suddenly wrapped in the cool depths. ~ I looked around for no one, only the animals in the deep wood, wondering what creature I…

  • On Letting Go

    We are told, asked, suggested sometime simple plea allow ourselves remember only sweet memory.   Let the rest all the pain and heartache the shame and what ifs become just that alone left in the past.   Oh to be so elementary this a concept a luxury in the peace of mind so sought after…

  • Always An Urgency

    We talked about the human condition, how certain tendency would remain years later, the same, decades of programmed imagination, falling into the same pattern some unforgotten imprinting of our soul.   Yet tonight as I stand here on the same ledge of forty years ago, I wonder what really has changed, oh there is the…

  • The Humanity of Letting Go

    I feel things, since living dark realities a childhood without scars, yet, somehow beaten, the foundation of a quiet turmoil always is that centering point of personal fear.   In our society we question judgment public scrutiny, filling the airwaves is a certain attractive seduction meant to take our minds away from our own persecution.…

  • When Yesterday

    When we start to think about our yesterdays, we get scared, well some, me, suppose the words need only be self-directed, if validity is the goal of my game.   I contemplate my day before notions, those of consequence and reward, I try to recall the best, when especially drawn into the abyss of the…

  • Letting Go of Control

    We do so often choose to realize far too late, the consequence of our dreams ~ While stroll sweet surreal in disguise we often relate yet fully unaware of our screams ~ Much later of course when commitment has taken hold we’re left to only wonder alone ~ Were it simpler to define our resentment might…

  • My Bluesy Sunrise

    I was looking for that trigger, that motion, that inspiration, that somehow would let me again, I wanted to again and again, I wanted to play my keyboard, like the ivories that evade me, my fingertips in a rather svelte state of mind, wanting to tap the notions, let me unwind, allow my senses to…

  • If Letting Go Were Methodical

    The things we see, we rely upon like a sea of emotions flooding our shores, waves that toss our lives across a horizon of indifference. Yet why so important than if in one sweep of fast moving passion, our lives than become scrutiny, theirs, not ours, them, the people, outside of our comfort zone. Those…

  • Addicts Hold On

    We do hang on while figuring out how to let go. I am often trapped inside a need to please everyone, and when I cannot, I obsess about that one difficult situation, generally that one person who I cannot fix. Why should I have to fix anyone anyway; I usually end up realizing I have…