What Crosses My Mind

  • In This Quiet Space

    Though patterns seem to exist the idea of recreating the wheel pops into mind every breaking day. How would lives become independent with working the reality of our dreams aspirations. How do we step away from routine, the quiet horror of being caught up in the mundane the same old, the victory just beyond our…

  • Where Time Lays Path

    ~ If a measure could suggest definition, Would we cease succession of passion. While all around humanity play travails Might we all become a cutting prevails. ~ Search the world over for recompense Only then discover all momentous tense Realizations begin only again when slow Mind unyielding decides somehow show. ~ When in childhood needn’t…

  • “The World is Watching”

    Tradition suggests acknowledge ourselves In scheme, our spiritual karma wanes, Like to believe that humanity delves Where love in peace speaks hopeful gains. ~ Wild abandon ills principled decline In our children’s eyes we extinguish fire, That reckoning once spoke roses and whine Today, private anguish will less inspire. ~ Young minds of tomorrow whose direction…

  • Unable to Land

    This is a dark cavern like a dream. Travel in a descent, the walls are cold and icy narrowing into a long black hole. A foreboding anxiety rests on shoulders knowing only some faith will allow a waking moment. Speed is remarkable when caught in the cyclone drifting aimless wanting only to step off ……