To take the shattered pieces Of my ever thinking mind Torn fragments of a thought that travels Unravelling back to the beginning And then beginning again An echo in a chamber full of echos Reverberating restlessly. To quiet the inner ear To block the outer that hears And sink into stillness That knows no fear […]

Time is passing

This dirt road is full of patterns Marks Tyres from the cars that pass Snake slithers Lizards scrawling Birds that land and pace about And my own foot prints As I run this path Day after day Hieroglyphs that say Time is passing *Morning runs – blessed to be able to run. Blessed to be […]