Morning Breeze
Some pray for blessings, others pillageLessons for all to heed come through the passing breeze, Gratefully not only for those who kneel.Gratefully, our little guides to glimmers have appeared.
Some pray for blessings, others pillageLessons for all to heed come through the passing breeze, Gratefully not only for those who kneel.Gratefully, our little guides to glimmers have appeared.
Cuz even when it drizzles a volley can and does in fact occur, so long as we can move our digits.
For being minimalistic and merry and for framing the passageway into a refuge where I’m inclined toward a quietude of inner thoughts, which often posits a deliciously different reality from where I left behind. Reoriented to the North Star, these … Continue reading
…and what we do when we’re with papou.
for being tried and true, even without the chill in the air.
In those fleeting moments, a fading storyGlistening through evaporating amber flesh, light codesIn a swelling heart, a silent prayerWithin this inflowing cosmic energy, an answered prayer
because sometimes three misfits find themselves on top of the world.
Arriving later to the party. Better later than never, perhaps all the wiser. Quiet, reflective and astute…it’s the only way they know. Limitless potential bursting into the scene here, without a worry of the majority in the beginning stages of … Continue reading
Emerging out of a temptuous quarter-of-century codependent relationship, I find solace on these tolerant and patient stones that blessedly don’t tug on my empathetic tendencies. Nothing exploding here but a little iaomai (ee-ah’-om-ah-ee) physical healing, to repair the temple alter.
Make it beautiful or make it bold, unless of course you do both. She’s at it again, that Mother Nature of ours bold, vibrant and verdantly beautiful.