What Crosses My Mind

  • The Beginnings of How We Believe

    I suppose there has to be a little peace, the mind in a restful state, oh and music offers a solace, an avenue to draw the heart along a wonderful path of sweetness.   I remember as a child there was this hilltop, can’t call it a mountain, but the anyway was the reach, a…

  • On The Occasion of Equality

    What would happen, to jealousy, to envy, to wanting more, to wishing that one were less inclined, understanding the difference between yours and mine.   What would be said, when questions arose, about the ludicrous nature, of those with a nose for finding fault in their neighbor rather than atoning their own yard.   Where…

  • The White Out

    In a sudden state of conclusion, a confusion, an interruption of our ultimatum, we were in a stirring rendition, of love, of fun, of childhood, when simply in the notice of our soul catcher, we were told it is time to go home.   Now in the quiet of the day, when laying back in…

  • Depression Seldom Defines

    There is a part of me remains inclined to let the world imagine me undefined. That’s originality or our quest toward individuality. What’s my reality, I’ll tell you only if you listen to me, but there’s the struggle, the obstacle between knowing and telling, is the inherent nature of a sadness overcomes our own desire…

  • Where Does the Edge Lie

    I wonder sometimes when trying to get there or staying away is the actual motive. We live our lives in a melody one offers the high, a wise aria, while the other provides sullen departure toward shallow – ~ a surface we might easily decide to scratch, desecrate, to ugly such is the natural course…

  • Anxiety Rush

    I think the day was rather sunny, at least that I recall, layered in my own shawl a travesty of the fall of humanity. ~ Could we ever move in freedom if when we blink an eye there is the question why should we attempt design a kingdom. ~ When while a spiritual guide exists…

  • Speak Silence

    When the hour will wane, our heart is out of place, when we wish only disdain when logic has no trace we might imagine a different take on the notions ahead, a far greater value at stake than an ego’s reactive head. Can we ever imagine, just a singular reaction, might we step out of…

  • Just Today

    Only this moment, all else matters little, in your world, that one across the street, where the tracks can never meet. Think about what happens in that world, know it will happen again, maybe the same way or it could really be different again, depends how far we want to take our differences. ~ We…