What Crosses My Mind

  • A Song Begins

    I might be in a different place yet that certain melody no matter the pace of my day, where I have landed, when the notes cross my mind, I can suddenly be there, wondering still while again the world around me, continues to shift, to sway, to say, it is enough to know how our…

  • Piano Solos

    Listen, while the world rings true, a glimmer, a hope, a dance while this melody, a shape maker presents an accidental shift in memory. Imagine the rise of delightful keys, sweet muse soft patterns of reality. ~ I listen to piano solos for the breadth of tradition, that notion spoken in the hearts of many…

  • 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…

  • God’s Trappings

    Take a stroll through my catholicism, while my indoctrination of current thinking results from the influences around me, you, that person the other day, touched my soul, without ever acknowledging you knew me. I was there alone, in my everyday form: citizenry, politely aloof, misdirected guidance, wondering just how the day might evolve. Along the…

  • One More

    Always that last moment, when just before the landslide, our footing grabs hold with a sort of, almost what if, reality. Soft is the response, initially, all of the unknown tragedy will be left behind, swept underneath the miles of concrete laid along the way, a surface texture, that when imagined in a different time,…

  • Recalling Distant Voices

    A photograph brings me just back there, that was my childhood, yours too, all of us real, a time when we could rely on others to hold our hands, to brush away our tears, to help our lives feel strong and worthy. They would, she and he, glance upon our lives, watching over with eyes…

  • On Sheltered Words

    If when I choose to lay my soul I’m careful to always remain whole then will the clouds ahead remain waiting with a vengeance innane ~ while waking again with a certain fear I lay in my space afraid of what is near I want only to be happy without sad reminders that eventually turn…

  • Real World

    When the day begins we watch the light rise above the horizon, light up the sky we can imagine everyone that might decide that now we answer questions why we structure our lives around simple time a measure here, and change becomes a need life goals might change at the drop of a dime hearts prevail…

  • Inherent Love

    Recently a suggestion was made I suppose the human condition was at play We explored a society Our world as we live today. With so much pain across the planet It is sometimes a wonder if we truly Love one another. My world exists in a sea With every wave I travel, I experience a…

  • Daily Grind

        For some, sunlight does not then indicate The process to begin, the starting gate. In our simple world we negotiate A lifestyle to which we hope to relate, Patterned love while worlds around tolerate Those whose mindset cannot alleviate Distant fears we mustn’t now abdicate. If now we preach only peace to relate Yet,…