a memory: walking by streams of living water and trees swaying in the wind I hear the cardinal call and the spirit speaks words of truth to my soul I feel grounded more than any other moment more than any other time I feel found accepted knowing I am alive in the woods of this … Continue reading Memory: Time
Is this a gift? is this an art? Finding hope among the words that sit just on the edge of my lips. I am begging to be heard. Master Marco Did you share that same desire? To travel far from your homeland In search of meaning that satisfies this crave? Is this a gift? Or … Continue reading Is this a gift?
I no longer want to write about a heart's desire that burns through my hands my chest as the noon time sun dips towards the horizon. I no longer want a penny for your thoughts verdigris and copper all the reasons why your life isn't perfect. I want to cast out all my demons in … Continue reading Want