Once lit, candles naturally burn at a rate pre-prescribed. Vulnerable to the winds that blow, at risk of being extinguished beyond our control. They burn, gently illuminating all around, warming...
Once lit, candles naturally burn at a rate pre-prescribed. Vulnerable to the winds that blow, at risk of being extinguished beyond our control. They burn, gently illuminating all around, warming...
Under the covers you remain safe and warm, not quite ready to face the dawn. Yet this bed so comfortable and safe might not be the place. For this bed...
Nature beyond comprehension applies. Millions, billions of numbers of instances, so limitless in reality unable to comprehend. Our part to be, just the tiny of tiniest existence’s to be. No...
An oil tanker, mid ocean, course set, destination however not so sure. It's fuel, from two sources. That extracted from all environment air, land and ocean, and that it takes...
We seem to expect almost perfection from others and care not perhaps for the view of ourselves. Perhaps the fast pace and bright lights of our world today, too distracting...
Nothing, nothing more obvious today than that, in which, we all matter not. Plans abound, formed from centuries before, waiting for the timing to be right. Rights, taken without notice...
Today I set sail upon the ocean that is my life, as taken for granted, I normally do. Where the winds blow I know not, tomorrow a mystery that will...
Went out today, took a break from the daily routine. Upon returning to the car, mid journey, felt the warmth of the winter sun. It caressed me as if warming...
Stolen those words are, from another source. Captures the madness trying to consume that which will never be held. The human spirit. Exquisite beauty of the who that we are....