blue line

blue line

it runs through it straight up the middle every time every single time. there are no words to give it no description that can’t simply be read in the look on her face and the deep well of black in her eyes. but there is no need for explanation. all of those...
runon.the there of it~

runon.the there of it~

Was I born with it were we all born with it a there sense of something that causes a guilt of living to plant itself deep early-on so that when we are older and wiser even this will be disrupted by the there of it I am tired of the guilt the sense of doing it wrong...
runon:this line~

runon:this line~

This line in my morning reading captured me and made me return and reread it did not allow for skimming to gather the gist it called to be heard and understood I would’ve passed it by had it not grabbed that ‘listen’ spot way down deep in my gut the...
all day long

all day long

the earth shouts wheeeeee and tosses tokens of joy exuberance unable to be contained. the flowers toss open their petals the tree toss forth their fruit and we looking on can only marvel if we are wise and join in the rowdy...
hope proof

hope proof

passers by open your eyes do you not see it can you not hear it the buzz of the distant factory keeps the mind calm like the sound of a hum; an OM but this, do not miss it here on this petal perfect the small black dot-bug evidence of more to...
sweet moment this~

sweet moment this~

clear sky speckled with fluff of clouds hugging tight their dewy drops green grass so blue the sun comes out to dance in it i heard too a bird say not sing not chirp it said oh, what a beautiful sweet moment this day.