The thought of growing old in this world concerns me. This life of constant judgment and turmoil is not my Utopia. We are left with the maddening ways of an untoward generation. Life’s finale grows in complication. I wish for a simple ending; to reach my destination on this inward journey. Continue reading Simple Finale
A beautiful landscape. Scents on the plain; trailing good fortune Misreading the path, people, places, and things. Misleading instead. A menacing sunset. Night devours the day; flailing in hopelessness. Watching the path; planning, observing, thinking. Waiting, for redemption. Continue reading Year of the Dog
I remember the day, The words etched in stone. Breathe. I remember the quiet, The air remaining still. Breathe. I remember the moment, The calm before the storm. Continue reading Destroyed
Autumn’s procession towards the cleansing. Mistakes of behavior exposing the wounds. Harvesting the abundant grace; Winter is coming soon. Continue reading Falling Grace
