What Crosses My Mind

  • Life is a Task

    I’m sitting here in the moment, trying to decide, what it is I need to do, even though inside, everything is churning, I cannot settle down, one task upon another, where is the freedom to align my mind with a truth, a settling point of satisfaction. Instead every moment seems work, so difficult to relax…

  • She Gives Me Real

    When it happens I can smile, not a knowing I am right sort of trivialized agreement, far more this sanity we all try to live yet seldom understand why. I remember once being told we ought not ever ask, only allow let the circumstance be not our own, only cast the open freedom to salvage…

  • A Weekend Gone

    It isn’t that there is anything wrong, simply, the realization of a weekend gone, the days ahead all toil to be sure inside this mechanical dream we assure.   While yesterday seemed quite away when suddenly here we are today to stay, oh it isn’t that the wrongs are right more the reality of our…

  • To Know Who I Am

    I struggle sometimes, with the right words, perhaps an easy phrase, a greeting of some kind. I want the world to understand, I am my own being, I’ve fought a war perhaps, nothing like a soldier’s wrath.   I listen to what is real around me, the smarter speakers those meant to be listened upon.…

  • While Digging

    With a mental spade in hand, I broke ground in a volatile land.   It is the sort of tale we often forget, when suddenly life simply won’t relent.   I crossed over into a forgotten meadow, only to find I’d still carried a shadow.   There is a reality in knowing the right word…

  • Nine Line Parallels (part 2)

    When a child reaches for the sky arms spread without conviction, simple pleasure, a naivety is desire we clap our hands allow the momentum of innocence might prosper toward a freedom in idyllic tones. (part 2)

  • I Wandered Home

    I’ve come here often, when I could remember fear, often, when time seemed to stand still I would look over the horizon, picture running through fields as a child, suddenly thrown into my teens, those places I would weary my return. I wonder about people those I knew, those I wished I might never know…

  • I Do Wait

    Every day, every sunset, every wake in the middle of the night, the notion comes to mind, I do when walking down a lonely hallway, one that has a regular purpose, I do wish to know just how many times, I might find myself not alone, yet so many miles away, yet familiar with your…

  • FIgure Me

    I don’t know If I will know When it happens They tell me that a Spiritual Well, in this regard An awakening May only occur When one feels right Or accepts That the now moment Is right Or understands that Together this really does suggest it is right ~ At least for the moment We…