What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding Love

    I write what’s in my heart, my rituals, my train of thought. I wish often to be left alone, a comfort in my own psyche. It’s easy sometimes, feeling alive. Challenges lay before me, I wonder if they are my own, or do I create a crisis, my benefit. I’m standing at a crossroads, a…

  • Abundant Love

    If a  heart and soul feel aligned, then kindness could exist in our lives. If in those moments of fear and wrath, we need believe, a smile can be free. A lifetime lays upon anyone’s dream, and it’s there to create beauty alone. When next we might question worth, stay true, heart and soul will…

  • How We Do Measure

    If I could reach into that peaceful nature we dream. Might all my misgivings put aside any reflections rewound. In the capacity of a day, so much turmoil lay ahead if I allow fear to manifest. Instead this kindness, shared love would be, peace of mind.

  • Tomorrow’s Another Day

    If I could go back, I think about all the things I wish I could redo again. The one that comes up first is high school and my studies. I was a bright guy, but a lousy student. My outcome in high school is what motivated me to become a teacher in the first place.…

  • The Politics of Humility

    It is no surprise that I am not a fan of our POTUS. Now, he is receiving accolades for his participation in the Gaza cease fire. I’m listening to him speak with his cabinet and a press corp, while he lauds himself in every other sentence.  I feel so torn and anxious with my personal…

  • Silent Emotions (No Kings Day)

    The day will fill quickly, those with tired souls, aching hearts, shattered ideals. The want will be heavy with the weeks of confusion, lost apathy. What happens tomorrow, when international bedlam conflicts a birthday, a fascist pig, while all the pain and suffering is background to his own failure. Find our peace tomorrow. The resistance,…

  • Captured

    It’s when thought becomes trapped. Lives are cycles rotating around one another. If to stop means to breathe, what’s left except to fade away unappreciated. Seems thought will merit indecision until later on when all else fails suddenly the notion of giving space so ideal yet too late. If we can capture what it means…

  • Silence by a Fire

    The quiet room a place where thoughts come to life bouncing off walls and never settling in the same. Only the licks of flame, the cracks as birch lights up to offer a solace, a peace from the strain. I’m listening intent hoping some break in the silence of my calcified mind. I could stay…

  • Three Days Before Christmas

    I’m sitting alone in my apartment thinking about the days ahead. I don’t want to sound like I am feeling sorry for myself. Actually, I am in a good state of mind, as opposed to the last few years. I recently thought about my niece who is currently going through a round of chemotherapy having…

  • Buying A Wreath

    It’s funny the stories that are told when buying a wreath. You don’t expect to hear that you’re not good enough, especially around the holiday. An ego can be so easily bruised, while holding a wreath in your hand. It’s one thing to imagine that life does have its peculiar moments, and then on the…