What Crosses My Mind

  • A Diamond

    When thoughts of rocks, come to play, the mind is alluring, easily left to sway the doubts, the indecisions, the valued circumstance, of shared precisions.   The cut of a diamond, meant to draw blood, perhaps never seen, never heard, yet known by the fractured elements of delight in an eye, the beholder, the judgment,…

  • Our Pedestal

    If whenever we reach out to one another really ask to be noticed, without using words, just the simple expression of our eyes, cannot tears alone provide the answer, will we only allow ourselves to feel compassion at the heels of natural pain, long after the actions of hurtful angst have knocked us off our…

  • Free, Right?

    We all do want the same things. We just go about travels differently. In an auto, train or passage way whatever the mode of operandi, we are really all the same in our efforts to find definition. There are the people we seem to judge with interior pillars of marble in their homes. Hard to…