What Crosses My Mind

  • On The Wonder of Age

    Today is the birthday of an elder, a daughter just lost her father, a young boy, playing in a culvert, watching handmade wooden ships float toward the sewer, no judgment in mind, simple childhood, with an elder keeping his welfare in mind.   We wonder sometime about the truth in aging, the wisdom found, the…

  • A Walk Inside A Dream

    Took a walk inside a dream, seemed the same, each waking moment, a breath of wonder then wander back inside visit old friends stir memories of an attitude the sort of look in an eye when we might fall into the shell of our selves inside the dream everything happens we sometimes wish away from…

  • A Little Boy

    when I was a little boy I had no idea the man I would become; inside all of this anxiety remains that little boy screaming sometimes to not recall the day innocence gave its departure notice to his only grasp upon sweet reality   when I was a little boy I understood universal love

  • When We Find We Are The Same

    Rules need not be broken to identify our true selves we haven’t the demand to walk upstream, to push the elements aside for personal gain, in essence, it is true that we all do find the similar grounds for which our bodies strike the earth as feeling landed, secure, understanding of time.   Oh, we…

  • Finding A Rhythm

    I use music, depends upon the day, usually something upbeat, jazzy, message driven, something to soothe my soul, it is the motive of a rhythm to move the body, let the mind follow, let the whole of ourselves become transfixed, designed with the heart in sight.   We like to travel, I like to travel…

  • If, Again

    If once we were partners though shadowed intimate decisions drove us apart, our lives seemingly drawn in more necessary direction, would it be possible to find purpose in knowing … again.   If the world were able to walk in the shoes of those they despise would it be possible then for each of our…

  • Crossing The Line

    Instinctually we choose to respond as the heart might certain suggest, though perhaps a practicality draws upon a decisive measure.   We search the source, find the accuracy in a stat, insist upon certain prior knowledge, presumably …   Yet there is also emotion that piece of reality sometimes forgotten, overshadowed, set aside as a…

  • The Water’s Edge

    I’ve often stood here, Seeing the glass, Mystique Is nature’s remedy   A soft whispering cacophony Waves sing forever, In the trees they are listening, Chanting, Living in sweet serenity   Oh to know the mystery What lies ahead Is in the arms of a cradled soul So distant yet near We are all inside…

  • Fighting Ignorance

    This word popped into my lexicon today, while basking in the setting sun, I wondered aloud about what it is we seem to focus upon while all around our familiar ground, the ignorance of life seems drawn to interfere with a quiet reality.   Sweet ignorance the bliss of our lives suddenly has feet begins…

  • The Passing, of a Day

    When begins insurmountable task, the waking anxiety, a desire to burrow rather than the music of the day.   We all seemingly rise to a pattern so familiar, oddly routine, sometimes forgetting simple beauty.   Our lives caught up in the now, my mother used to say, he’s a now person referring to life, whenever…