What Crosses My Mind

  • Wound Tight

    If a walk would allow the mind to breathe Freely without any apparent tension Then we might find ourselves in constant Stroll believing with every step that our Mounting despair will be easily reconciled While a visual painting evolves before our eyes ~ When physically we stretch our bodies to lengths Whilst follow natural release…

  • Climb Inside My Dream

    Sun peeks in morning light Beckon early notions Spiritual grace is here to be heard If We choose that path Too often our dreams Collide inside a battleground Grasping for truths Why do our desires wrap around Such silly sacrifices   And the day moves on Compelling activities Just out of reach As the mind…

  • Three Spirits

    I watched her walking She held the cup with two hands The look on her face was tired How often did she need to explain That her life might be different On a day to day basis than you or me. ~ He stands alone, seems to wait Watching wishing wanting Though that is theory…

  • Egon Schiele at Galerie St. Etienne

    A painting I spend hours searching through during my rare visits to the Minneapolis Institute of Art – the piece speaks to me; this is my muse of a state of mind.