We all take journeys, whether we want to or not, whether we are prepared or not. Our entire life is a journey, starting with that first cry which we learn gets us attention to the last soft murmur as death carries us over. What happens in between is up to us, and it is what matters.
Continue reading… "Journeys"Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another’s loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.
When my spirit was in heaviness, thou knewest my path; in the way wherein I walked, have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked also upon my right hand, and saw there was no man that would know me.
Continue reading… "What is…"Stare in the morning shroud
and then the day began
I tilted your cloud,
For there is a boundary to looking.
And the world that is looked at so deeply
wants to flourish in love.
