Images seen from our eyes, seek for the soul. Even a daily doodle, a long attempted drawing, all as seen take a step in a dance of collective hope.
There once was a hole in a heart it made the heart weak and leak powerless to the hole it kept missing the beat One day a new heart came, it was fierce and beautiful the body it belonged to was quite deceased So I took the heart in, and gave up the hole in … Continue reading
If walls could speak, what would they say? I was built out of fear. Fear made the bricks. Fear mixed in and baked ’til it was stubborn, solid, immobile. Fear made the mortar, mixed and smeared over every last brick, ’til no space remained. Fear made a wall, and everything inside the walls became fearful, … Continue reading
The Dilettante: A stone cut path the curve and cut of epochs weighed by their destiny to final surrender lay now trembling, whispering their stories dripping ideas down, down through capsules of time the stories collapse single words drop fragments of the past come surfacing back Vapors released knees folding epochs enfolding whispers of one … Continue reading
In caverns we hear our endless refrain, that which we put out comes back to us. Is it no wonder we seek to hear it… shouting as we come, singing as we are. The universe is proffering the truth at every moment! Everything comes back, an endless echo of action and reaction, of beliefs held … Continue reading
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For months now, I dream of mountains. I see their majesty and quiet charm when I close my eyes day or night. Their magnificence is burned into my mind… shadow images standing firm and powerful. I image someday something else will haunt the inner contours of my retina. But I draw from these images, with … Continue reading
In the space between two pines I find a legacy of my own illusions In the space between two pines Lives a lifetime’s pungency of desire Sticky limbs heavy and weighted against the winds tender encouragements Endlessly bowing to the great space Decades of this dance, days of dreaming Only a stone between as each … Continue reading
The Calm & The Current 