Sunday, October 27, 2013

A Few Stones Along the Riverbed

Information lies dormant inside this heart.
Reading her words evokes possibility awakening me from inertia.

heart pounds when the mind is unsure;
one word, one gesture, one thought
turns pound to soft.

wind kisses my cheek
this is god.

Monday, October 21, 2013

Things New.....

Coming back now, memory of re-membering.
Fragrance filters in and there seems to be a somatic continuance of experience.
Once lost/now found.