February 24, 2018

Today I’m going to be more of who I am then I was yesterday. Then we can see and wonder about tomorrow.

February 24, 2018

Once the line of poetry is written it glows with a constant light of who you are. A light that casts an unending shadow of who you were.

February 24, 2018

The question is nothing more than inquiry and wonder, but it is the answer that I fear. How real is the reality? Is it the eternity of the universe, unchangeable to my wishes and desires? Or now, as the chicken is full of cornflakes and banana strings jumping from the...

February 24, 2018

As I age and witness what I see, I’m tending to stay in the comfort of self. It’s not that I’m becoming an introvert, or being antisocial, but rather I am becoming strongly selectively social. There are energies lurking out there I do not need to be close to or touch.

February 24, 2018

I believe the only real estate I require are the stones, twigs, feathers and memories I gather from the places I visit. When I see, touch and hold them, I am swept back to the moment I reached for them. Once again I hold it for the first time, when I ever so gently pla...

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