Together, We Against Ourselves
Together we, minds akin, lives woven far less than sin, to imbue the joy of being, of seeing life for
Read moreTogether we, minds akin, lives woven far less than sin, to imbue the joy of being, of seeing life for
Read moreIn purposed flight I leave the bounds of mother earth, into the vast unknown of space, and the coldness of
Read moreThere are no more prompts to vision life through another’s eyes, than truth spelled out in honesty, and behold we
Read moreSadly able to read between the lines, I often wish it weren’t true, see the faults, the underlying current of
Read moreHow true the quiet heart, unmoved by strife or contention, rather, in acceptance and responding kindly to provocation, because a
Read moreAdrift like a diaphanous cloud, a wisp of white pristine silence, skating across the eternal blue, gently burgeoning in slow
Read moreThe more I retreat within myself, the more I see beyond the horizon, with all its chaotic pretense and fashioned
Read moreA tiny soursob quivers under weight of dew, mornings invitation to open and yellow petaled blooms do stretch as light
Read moreDream Cottage I knew exactly what I wanted, so was very selective. Gary, my real estate agent was getting
Read moreTis what I want, the flow of life in plain sight, no haze of delusion shall diminish my sight, and
Read moreNeedless to say I’m wrong, having so longed for the truth, but like all reality it rests not on a
Read moreThe more I learn the less I know, the more I know the less I believe, as my perceptions are
Read moreWho knows the sights I’ve seen, the miracles I’ve witnessed, the love that’s saved my mind, the beauteous potential of
Read moreLove, the Core… There is a beauty in realization that cleanses the soul, that just relents on contention and makes
Read moreHow I detest the lull in forward measure, those sighs of ‘too much’ felt, that slow my ascent, the expansion
Read moreMeditation, reprieve from the struggle Reprieve from the daily struggle of life Seated in my mind, I redress the outside
Read moreAm I but a shell, a worn crust of weathered life, a dishevelled clothing of sorts, within which lives an
Read moreOpen Minded … Wandering the void of
Read moreAnd still the river flows, And still the
Read moreWe Appeased And so he rose up to himself, that potential in wait, and with shoulders back ascended the walls
Read morePoets That I Know Are we not but one , us writers . Do we ever go anywhere orĀ do
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