What Crosses My Mind

  • Letting the Blues Speak

    Sometimes I stare at a blank wall, I mean I really do, could actually describe the texture, cold and sort of metallic gray with a never ending mass, invisible to the eye, your eyes of course. Those of you that walk around me, seem able to walk right through, and when on the other side,…

  • Sudden Burst

    The waiting, the corner, the wall always standing at the wall, wonderment, fascination, excitement beyond that quiet obstacle always in front, leading, misleading while she waits, patient, ambitious, passionate, that sudden burst, when the world opens up our hearts become filled with an energy, delightful, soothing, encouraging our truths, our paths, our knowledge that we…

  • Playing With Frost’s Wall

    The wall is crumbling down the way again. You don’t say, you think you want to start today? ~ I think you might go take a look for me. Well I don’t feel like it’s my responsibility. ~ I don’t expect you are too concerned about a few rocks that have dropped into your yard,…