What Crosses My Mind

  • Twisted

    In the world of reason, we might often be heathen to the natural process, the value in what we obsess. A chasm of despair, is a step away from repair, unless lonely silent hearts, might know true their art. Once, in an active day, our bodies will feel so gay, our lives as we live,…

  • There is That

    When the oceans recede in the morning light we often feel that sandy walk is our right. Seldom do we imagine there are greater forces at work, stronger energy beyond our remorse. While sitting outside in the park one afternoon I watched the people milling about the playground, wondering if their lives were any easier…