Good question.. Someone once posed this question to me, somewhere I think. What drives you? What makes you wake up every morning, with renewed purpose, ready to take on the challenges on every day? Apparently in this question lies your continued hope. The underlying answer will reveal the intentions of your very soul and leave you… Read More What Drives You?
Do not fear. The garden is yours And it is yours to gather the fruits And every flower of every kind, And to set the high wall about it And the closed gates. The gates of your wall no hand shall open, Not feet shall pass, Through all the days until your return. Do not… Read More The Garden
Surfacing upon daybreak you let go of yesterday’s fears and try again afraid, Reliving the symptoms of society’s ills, you make do with performance anxiety and try by all means to live out of courage, But mama never told you courage comes expensive, How do you make do with no money in the bank, Hand… Read More PAPER
He said: “In the winter dusk When the pavements were gleaming with rain, I walked thru a dingy street Hurried, harassed, Thinking of all my problems that never are solved. Suddenly out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet Shone from a huddled shop. I saw thru the bleary window A mass of playthings: False-faces hung… Read More The Lighted Window
I once thought words were houses built by sunrises, Kept together by sunsets, not able to withstand the rain, Not able to ascend into heaven to be heard, These words that keep me alive have no home to reflect and believe, But music never finds home in unwiltering escapes, Oh WORDS, be my home, fill… Read More Words
Originally posted on The Politics Of My Thoughts:
….. I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven; Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even; For grief that I depart they weep and frown: What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from…