There is no where I feel as at home than by the ocean. The seaweed stretches to reach the foot that otherwise wobbles on land. Words fail to describe the ecstasy. If you could hold happiness, you could hold me. But sand slips through fingers and salt water breezes brush past man.
Daily walks produce
a scattering of petals
meant to pave day’s peace
We often know the future
the sky speaks of what is to come
and yet we fail to read the faces passing us by
everyday the sun sinks further
into our bellies of gluttony
seeking pleasure at the expense of our neighbor.
delightful season
center in on your mellow
keep being the light
“Restrain an inordinate desire for knowledge, in which is found much anxiety and deception. Learned men always wish to appear so, and desire recognition of their wisdom. But there are many matters, knowledge of which brings little or no advantage to the soul.” —Thomas A. Kempis
Never mind the lucky clover
we drew up plans under the sycamore
the sun directly above our heads
white buds erupted with sweet
the day we first met.
Kill
or be killed
is that the only way
man knows how to live?
Up in the mountains
one can see
two points of view
in the near
and far of knowing.
Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery: if riches increase, set not your heart upon them.
Psalm 62:10
Knowledge is fickle
bending and swaying through mouths
foisted upon a dark horse
swiftly the war mounts
against innocent hearts
fervently pray for peace to return
that men of courage
break this bondage
may we rest our eyes on beauty
and smoke the sky with incense
Since January 2019 I feel a call to be a peacemaker. While i do not entirely understand the path i walk, i do focus on ways to be productive in pursuing peace among men. Differences aside, i do hope we all agree that riches are fleeting. What is everlasting is the spirit of love.
darkness pervades air
sheltering prayer covers face
one more night to bare
The greatest hazard of all, losing one’s self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss – an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. – is sure to be noticed. —Søren Kierkegaard
Have you noticed yourself slipping into the quiet of thought? What can you do to keep yourself afloat? Who answers your call when you shout?
the scenery changes
but my thoughts remain
tethered to the merry-go-round ride
and no matter how difficult life becomes
the ferris wheel turns smoothly
i am here for the fun
that never seems to end.
The tide
heading towards the unknown
carries me out to sea.
Once monthly i feel an urge to connect with others. And explore the foolish thoughts dancing in my head. Picking up rocks is a favorite past time and i miss this place dearly. I miss you too.
Its not quite May. So technically i am rushing this posting. But conventional wisdom alludes me. Ive been jumping off the railroad tracks the past six months. And diving into drained ponds. With summer months approaching, im praying for rain to refill these dry bones.
What have you been doing with time?
seasons: a poetic journey 