half-hearted(ly)
the sprinkle of rain on my window pane like a music box wound tightly as notes ring out filling this melancholy morning...
recollections of (you)
on some days it feels like i’m digging into the guts of intricate machinery (such as the old grandfather clock standing silently...
waiting for (a moment)
seated. at rest and (possibly?) waiting (for a moment) to be seduced by the muse (once again?) who sets time on edge...
A Road Less Traveled
Introduction “You know, actually we have no love – that is a terrible thing to realize. Actually we have no love; we...
kite flying
to soar high above roiling waves of blueish gray which crash upon the beach and ride the winds of constant change blowing...
i, surrender
not to a thought but for how it often takes root. not any idle wish but the impulse to make one at...
a thought, in passing
as i strove with animal intent keen on releasing my kundalini energy into the night once again, shot through a void darker...
which, if left to chance?
maybe love is a bit like what quantum physics states about entanglement and the connective thread which seems to run through us...