
life and death drama
each time we go to the park
not a holiday

life and death drama
each time we go to the park
not a holiday

coming up for air
where did all the people go
wholeness with each breath
against the ocean
everything falls away
how small my false selves
hidden in the fog
the distant shores are unseen
don’t stop believing
sometimes what is real and true
lies beyond what we can see
If you live in one place long enough, if some things occur regularly, and if you’re halfway paying attention, you will recognize the patterns. And, the more patterns you recognize, the more you marvel at the grand scale of the universe and the smallness of your self. And, you’re thankful for being awake, even if just for a moment…

the glow on her face
the sunset through the glass door
spring’s around the bend