Lessons of Silence Series

Lessons of Silence I Dedicated to Pema Chodron Is there a point one reaches being alone, night after night where isolation eats at itself locking the door behind the weeping sounds of lonely? Is there a purpose to loneliness? lessons hidden in the shadows among a forlorness of self lost arms reaching for light. Is…

Woodsy Escape ( rewrite of Bones)

I taste the air of times past
as she walks and I ride
toward the tar covered trail
lined of birch and pine.

A distant hum echoes
softly in the breeze….