Vertigo
I am in search of a particular experience, for as long as I can remember I always have been. The urge to experience yonder, closer to the natural world down a rutted path or alongside or above the flow of … Continue reading
Category Archives: Discipline
God Bless the Child
“…Them that’s got shall getThem that’s not shall loseSo the Bible said and it still is newsMama may have, Papa may haveBut God bless the child that’s got his ownThat’s got his own…He just don’t worry ‘bout nothin’‘Cause he’s got … Continue reading
There Has to Be an Invisible Sun
There’s a struggle we can’t always gaugein the dark within or without.Because in this world,we can’t always bea light for others to see. They’re going to change this place,or will we? Stuck in a groove, a pattern premeditated for all.To … Continue reading
The More We See,
the less we knowand yet here we are,another time, another place.Unchanged, upsetting rhetoricbellowing and barking from those in judgment seats.We’re in those days.Time to discern,time to invertand reinsert sagacityas the devilish wiles ram mainstreamand those scripturally awareattuned to the whispers … Continue reading
In This Game
Won’t You Light My Way
And the day it is dark, as the night is long.Feel like trash, you make me feel clean.I’m in the black, can’t see or be seen.Baby, baby, baby, light my way. – Paul David Hewson
Time, Cherished Time
Creating opportunities in intervals has been my motto for almost two decades now. I haven’t had a whole lot of intervals to myself during those times, although cherished, not much alone time. So while my schedule hasn’t been mine for … Continue reading
Upon Waking
The unknown lay before us that’s for certain. No other time in history then now that collectively do we sense this. Now what? In a wondering moment I offer a fragrance of gratitude, infused from my heart and into my … Continue reading
A Little More Softness Please
Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading
In the Existing Moments
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
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