What Crosses My Mind

  • Blinding Notions

    Ever wonder why we think the way we do, give it a glorious sunrise and skies so blue ~ Imagine that today, our lives will be true, every aspect, every notion, energy anew ~ Where storms lie ahead we would simply imbed an attitude of resilience, fighting off the dread ~ When tasks jump as…

  • Grey Sky Reckoning

    In our journey to see the other side, We found the world to be the same, the sky was grey with morning shadow soft rain with playful tears to dance away the first light of day’s angst. ~ Inside every dawn a moment’s light notion becomes a planned event, our lives are drawn mechanical inside…

  • While Reality Lives Around Us

    Awaken a silent morning, to hear spring, sweet coo … song along the river bed, while tossing lures, reaching deep pools, waiting for an answer to rise before our eyes, we will continue to live this way, a certain peace, a settling pause, yet, are we concerned about today, or perhaps wanting to leave tomorrow aside,…

  • Silent Shadow Speaks

    The sound is deafening, to know the fear, to feel we knew, that way back there, on that trail we have all found, were loose pebbles strewn. If now tonight I might recall the internal crisis, that on a given day, swept our minds away, when then could we have known today, years past that…

  • Morning Peace

    I woke in peace, before the dawn of my imagination began again to reel off the news, I slumbered in my mind, a new energy encompassed me to remind me of sunlight, a symbolic gesture, brighten my day, begin again this way, soft, move forward allow any ideals safely tucked away to ignite travel, while…

  • Windswept TIme

    Watch the morning sunlight bright with radiant alarm, we can look upon the night wonder at the starlit charm. ~ Our lives will travel long inside a windswept storm, sometimes in light we belong, such urgent hardship is a norm. ~ I live a thousand years a day when all our beauty is real, within…

  • Peace Alone

    When I walk outside today I will see blue skies perhaps a touch of gray, possible thunderstorms. I won’t see blood and carnage, I will not experience the loss of limb my world ‘today’ does not contain a cease fire to prevent ripping human lives apart both physically and mentally. When I walk outside today,…

  • Rain Water

    drops that light tap your head in a summer night while amongst the living a garden of love more drops that light tap skin feel alive knowing you have this sense of touch to experience a cleanse natural in every essence Sadly, we know the container of human condition creates the invisible reality that now…

  • Whispers

    Listen to the gentle breeze of morning while waking in soft delicious sunlight we all begin again, dawn is laughing. Playful in mind, hopeful ideals might recognize our world is in our own hands. That initial moment, our eyes sand heavy gather in the mist, surveying new demands. While we may choose new hope; His gift’s…

  • The Rains Would Stay

    Clouds in their gray mold eery still remained laying heavy in the sky for long hours. The passersby adjusted while it rained travel slow impeded by soft showers. Since the vortex, our weather speaks out loud, sunshine of summer is left far away. When souls awaken expect any cloud shelters and swallows a sun shiny…