What Crosses My Mind

  • Traveler Bags

    Is this sacred wisdom we carry its mystery a naked history remains impossible along the road. Step aside and watch time steady wheels weighed down in two ton reminder. The bags become a target ready to be pummeled first sighted a driver today might aim tomorrow disregard. Hide in the fields of shame distant traveler…

  • Quiet Roads

    The crunch of gravel kicking up dust from a distance looks like Urgency some need to get away keeps driving me further. Wanting to know yet feeling the distance, her just out of reach Philosophy. Just one more chance the embodiment of truth may lay only ahead never to be realized yet likely it is…

  • Hearing Voices

    They are not loud, in fact, whispers that catch me, wondering where. They are in my head, reminders of why it is that way I am will be my forever. I sometimes in the silence can imagine window sills tremble, the sky is falling inside my mind. I wonder if you might know, this feeling…

  • A Giving Value

    Its been awhile since a recommended analysis would take me, move me, ask me to respond to life and resonate.   While the world continues to cycle a round a mechanical need to survive the crossing winds, seems logical we might all seek the same peace and solace.   Yet, it’s been awhile since peace…

  • Twilight Conscience

    Swift breeze is nonchalant to a unique settings. Silent hour forever in the mind of an observer, a starry horizon will stretch a furthest minute to give benefit to psychic appraisal of reason.   Stand awake in time a twilight enhanced howl whereby our lives will in natural light return. For the moment we might…

  • Are We All The Same

    Do we feel pain rather simple agony stepping upon cracks forgetting  what is civility.   Sitting in another quiet century last one got away from me.   Wandering in my mind his heart became a wonder just how far our lives –   Could we see the light of day when the birds own the…

  • Flight

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  • The Skeptical Administrator

    Ever do we wonder, if the joy really is about, playing the game, getting the right answers, or at least providing a speculative reason.   I rode a bicycle home the other day, and each thread of pavement, let me realize exactly how far I needed to travel, just by the sound it made, in…

  • Fallen Shadows Still Rise

    We might think of them as a memory, the pain of losing them, the loss of heartfelt passions and laughs, we might imagine them a memory.   Yet, their shadows can still rise, it is where we left them, forced to say good-bye, we remembered how they stood against the wall.   Oh to have…

  • Breathing Slow Dreams

    It is when we want to cry, the sound will not come, its expanse, fills our lungs to capacity, short breaths, quiet realities, keeps us moving through a storm, taking a moment, a gasp, yet still there is a desire to find more, know a place we might settle in, get perspective, develop a plan,…