What Crosses My Mind

  • Life is a Task

    I’m sitting here in the moment, trying to decide, what it is I need to do, even though inside, everything is churning, I cannot settle down, one task upon another, where is the freedom to align my mind with a truth, a settling point of satisfaction. Instead every moment seems work, so difficult to relax…

  • First Moments

    When doubt begins to wonder and all the souls that gather around suddenly want to splinter off, an edgy sort of raw scrape upon our own fragile sanity. ~ We might think we know, protest the moment, rather respond with a reaction that only suggests we are as fucked up as we believe ourselves. ~…

  • Moments

    It is here that I wait Every day, Each time I feel like I am close The shift is apparent, Once again, left to imagine, Without circling any reality. If I could imagine the beauty of a flower, Rising through the soil Arching its naked back, Vulnerable to the rain skies, A harsh wind, The…

  • State of Mind in a Decade

    That’s when you left for real this time, let me explain, you’d never left before, always there, always nearby, no matter the miles, a phone call, a letter, nearly an email, whatever the venue, I could always count on you. I think our lives are peculiar in their manner, making us believe people will be…

  • She

    When recognizing how far we have come, she is always standing welcome, When after a serious fall we need support, she is always holding court, when we couldn’t possibly talk about it, she laughs with smile at our sarcastic wit when wondering just how dark the night sky she’ll be there to help understand why.…

  • Spiritual Grace

    I have these moments frequent occurrences, where the world stops, and I suddenly feel light-headed; the sky becomes a pastel backdrop teasing my reality. I look around in these moments everyone, though stopped … Society ambles on while around us our physicality, our persona, our mechanical attributes continue to function at a high pace dependent…

  • Moments When

    I want to forget about you when I stroll down the street she parts her hair with her left hand the way you did the way we laughed she chuckled sounded like you again I want to forget about you yet every time I see a bicycle I want to watch you ride in front…

  • Missing Moments

    How often which moment we decide is priority becomes the nucleus of our day So many avenues we must try to oblige become a distraction of what is real. We could join a monastery and dedicate our dreams to those of ‘the others’ the ones we know have a greater need than our … asphalt…

  • Afterthoughts

    Those times before the moment occurs when the passion is strong the desire we abhor a notion that spurs our memory to try and belong to the instance when reflection caused a stirring memory a simple chance a new solution that inner voice the kind we often bury See the surreal light makes our lives real…

  • Moments by Moonlight – A Sonnet

        We are a memory in someone’s eyes unless we forget to glance where it lies. How many evenings have we remembered late shadows a rendezvous; we weathered a storm of passion tasting skin envy. Our searching mind tells tales known, every lost moment by moonlight, when still we pause to feel the solar…