What Crosses My Mind

  • Tears in My Eyes

    I have tears in my eyes so belaboring are my cries. Much of my fear a disconnect, why is this my life I select? ~ I wish I might bring her back, a spiritual mystique I lack. I wonder sometimes the life you lead how often with you would be my need. ~ I know…

  • A Forest in the Distance

    Walking through he woods stepping with care the brush up to my knees, conscious of thistles, the mud, perhaps even catching an ankle in a vine taking a fall, letting a branch scrape open forearms, perhaps slamming my forehead on rocks that lay clean without disturbance nearly a century. ~ That occasion does arise,when the…

  • Thinking the Essence of Man

    Who are we he said over a beer with a friend, troubled by the circumstance of a gender bending authority in his mind, yet in another’s an opportunity perhaps to find Grace between man and woman, to know some spiritual guidance will take our lives much further then simple rejection.   Oh, but simple is…

  • On Buying, Sharing, Wondering Love

    Oh it is the season now, and our lives, torn up, shredded, a certain fodder in the air, for Man might feel abused, when in reality, he ought felt this way, decades ago, a century perhaps, so those followers could stand a chance.   There’s no condemnation could be strong enough to withstand the scrutiny…

  • Finding Spiritual Balance

    A Good Match In trying to understand the world, we seem only to find balance, upon a vast field of simple grain, the sort indistinguishable yet soft enough to hold our mind, our body, our greatest fear and smallest burden.   Always a fascination has existed with the design of our lives together, an ability…

  • I Did

    In that moment, when truth began to tease the reality of fantasy, did the world continue with lovely effort – the sort of delight that gives breeze to sated doldrum. ~ Simple to see, we might suggest one wintry evening, we knew why the cold snap, icy chills upon naked cheeks, did indicate a living…

  • Distance Learning

    I went away for awhile, at least, left pages and pages of words behind, walked back into the real world, that place when in the present, often leaves me, silly I suppose, afraid of my many shadows. I found I missed my shelter, feeling exposed, subject to an enlightenment far more real, than perhaps certain…

  • Whilst We Age

    We did make sacrifice to hold on to what we believe, in long winded trials. yet when the music is our serenade we listen with each note as like in love our breath has gasp to recall our new morning ahead, good nigh to our fails we can believe there is new progress made allure our gentle spirits,…

  • Don’t Try Again

    I decided it might be pointless, though I’d been told that so many times before while always refusing. I just kept searching for that moment, when tears would just come, nothing forced, only real. Then came the pause, when we think about is it really the cry, or instead are we wondering just why, there…

  • Sweet Summer Rose

    When now the time is upon our eyes, the days of sweet summer beckon a certain rose twirled inside blue skies, I feel a wonderful breeze I’d reckon. ~ When children run the streets so free, to live another day in happiness we take for granted our lives might be alive with very little duress.…