And what is perfect? But a man-made concept, when it's the skies that dictate me.

Can you enjoy the passing of time?That is to say, the result of it? Often laid out, is the idea that only fresh and new is desirable when age is understood as tired. Can you enjoy the passing of time? Let it be your current age, your newfound wrinkles, or those greeted gray hairs. Perhaps […]

To Love the Passing of Time

Yesterday we had one of those perfect snowfalls. It fell like feathers and stacked tightly upon itself. The bare branches held their white glow overnight and into today. Although the clouds have passed into memory, the wind has now come along to knock off resting dust, giving us miniature snowfalls against the blue January sky. […]

A Winter’s Journal Entry

Why does the eath turnAnd bees sting?Why do the seas sighAnd humans sing? There is no reason in perfectionor imperfection in its reason. We come and goAmongst the tidesAs stories toldWe are what lies.

Reasoning//

For new and old, or once came and gonea place that knows no boundaries.Although a floating land they saygrounded in its stories. Will you let your footprints taintof what has always been?And where do you stand when Winter comesthe air of solitude. Its people will stay and playhonouring its lasting span.Do you thank the snapshot […]

Something in the air//

Flow through the hazeFlow through with easeThe sun risesAnd so, the moonThe fog will fallBecoming dewTo feed faunaBelow.

The Fog will Fall//

And me, my ownMy soul’s embraceTo walk through fireAt my own paceTo see the birthUpon my faceWould help me standIn time and place.

Stand in Place//

Perspective.
Everyone has it and everyone can…

Perspective to peace