The question in itself is a stopper, Like hitting a wall. A sense of overwhelm, a flooding of words, and […]
Archive for ‘The Journey’
Seasons Gliding By
Riding on the early morning cool air A soft light filters through the branches making its way into my room. […]
Leaf Blower
The sound of a leaf blowing machine breaks the morning silence. On the verge of entering into meditation my body […]
A New Place
Walking on a warm summer evening A short high pitch echoes in the air The hawk glides in and perches […]
Dancing to the Words 