In the Morning
In the morning I see the fire laced clouds Wisps of smoke, vaporous splendor Birds weave their song and wing in the light the breeze gently heals wounds most tender […]
In the morning I see the fire laced clouds Wisps of smoke, vaporous splendor Birds weave their song and wing in the light the breeze gently heals wounds most tender […]
Clear as crystal Dense as stone Liquid, fluid, sometimes molten, sometimes fixed Each state an ephemeral subtlety like a wisp of smoke that gently rises to equanimity Not bound with […]
where do ‘i’ stop and ‘you’ begin? distinctions and differences? “I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are. You make it hard.” Stephen Stills Unique snowflakes melt […]
You and Me? as I see myself as myself… as I see myself not as my self… self merges as I see you as myself… as I see you not […]
along the way around the bend light and shadow play where it leads and where it wends is uncertain the guide on the left keeps you from falling the shadows […]
My World?.
Moon and man both reflections
Residual insight looking back
Finite-In-Finitum
Wounds reveal hidden beauty