What Crosses My Mind

  • Wanting to Cry

    I wonder sometimes, how it is we find the passion, the quiet release of a solid cry, a rainstorm inside my mind, the sort that when I imagine, leaves no shelter beyond that real tear. I know that with the anxiety of a climb, there is adrenaline, a driving force that brings us quickly to…

  • Windswept Peace

    That’s when our lives begin to release our selves, to find the unity of love, we understand the world outside our eyes, to believe, to recognize faith, to practice truth.

  • Where Does the Edge Lie

    I wonder sometimes when trying to get there or staying away is the actual motive. We live our lives in a melody one offers the high, a wise aria, while the other provides sullen departure toward shallow – ~ a surface we might easily decide to scratch, desecrate, to ugly such is the natural course…

  • Whose Fight Is This?

    When did the word respect become a distant memory. Whenever the wind blows a certain way, do we have to only comply. While a thought crosses the mind of a quiet soul, we might think of another’s low. ~ The other afternoon, I noticed them gathered together, realized their fortune to be each other only…

  • Tribute to Artistry

    ~ We walk in shadows while you held the light, taking us to every region of our mind, with notes of harmonic beauty, worded genius while in a visual mystique the looks, the many different planets you did travel in our own eyes. “Ground control to Major Tom” who would ever imagine today your thoughts…

  • Wasted Time

    Here again in the immediate knowing what lies behind is beyond a need, less so than that which shouts the anxiety, the carving manner of solitude, that piece of my security, blinded, distracted, tossed aside, until some reality allows the resolve to become a precedent all over again. ` What about wasted time, will we understand…

  • Varnish and Rest and Walks

    Photo of the Day Weight(less) Imagine what is, is not with little regard for when, where why we find solitude in the wood a restful glance patience is a reward to feel the drop of fatigue to know the space of peace an allowance is made hand made, man made, shoe laces we could study…

  • I’m Your Teacher

    I wonder if you realize the time we imagine the words we deliver might benefit the fine beauty of the child, taming of the wild. We don’t ask to change a child’s life we don’t imagine to understand strife we offer all our time with every bell chime. The other day I walked outside and recognized an…

  • Sadly Reflective Horizons

    Sunlight streams really occur, in fashion Shant we deny views that delight humans Said orb of mystique meets satisfaction Smiles are a better scene, quiet factions. ~ Across blue pastel we color sweet soul Among people we love; we might dispel Actual love soothes rampant body whole Ask of peace, and nature may cast a spell ~…

  • When I Cannot Breathe

    There becomes a slight pang, grows with each sense of desire perhaps some might call it pain, yet this speaker would suggest a small fire. There becomes that need to understand, yet the clock ticks its metered reality, and the notion, the ideal, some aspect of hope, is filtered down again, to a one-time solution…