What Crosses My Mind

  • Finding One Door

    This matter of doors, talked about in quiet rooms, where two people, maybe four, three could openly speak closing doors, reasons why, open doors, easily cry for there is some certain avenue allows us all to find our way, if we choose to be the person we might want to speak someday.   I remember…

  • While Listening To Time

    There it was, again, a reminder seems steeping, nearly scalding water, the verses played on and on, like droplets, an emotional victory, my intuition lay so naked surroundings familiar, I played the violin mindful song again, There it was second all it took, a simple thought I could travel then, away for miles while a…