Poem – Destiny

As the rain subsides
and the sky fills with birds
I am left with a fragment
of who I was yesterday.

That is to say each day
we are given the chance to change
to shed what is not needed
and keep what we are destined to be.

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Poem – What is Left After the Words

The slow music fades
into the background.

The thoughts and words
I am left with

feel hollow and weak,
they have lost meaning.

I throw all of the words away
in an attempt to start again

after some time has passed
and the raw emotion becomes real.

I start down the path
collecting what best

describes the turmoil and
the twisted sense of being I have become

when we hear news of another event
and we are set back, we are pushed.

We are tested and we become one.

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Poem – Origins Revisited

Burdened with questions,
begging for answers,
as a divide grows,
we walk through empty fields.

Searching the horizon for direction,
the shifting sky scatters with each breath
and when we listen to the primal unseen screams,
we lose ourselves in fear and doubt.

Broken and beat down by the present
afraid of what the future will bring,
there is hope in the past
where we all came from the stars.

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Stone Path Review

Hello everyone! Just a quick post. We are changing the name of Stone Path Review to Stone Path Review & Magazine and have a new website at http://www.stonepathmagazine.com.

We will be posting more selective and personal writings and photography and working on a redesign. More information to come.

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Poem – On Our Daily Walk

On our daily walk,
we follow the same worn trails,

make the same turns,
and pass the same trees.

That pond is empty,
covered with algae.

That one is home to
busy and noisy muskrats.

So many times we have
have come this way

that I follow the dogs
as they know where to go

which trail to take
which hill to climb.

Yet this is a new day
filled with nature

and there are infinite mysteries
in each leaf and grain of sand.

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Poem – Each Day

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As my years have passed
more slowly now that I stop
sometimes to catch a deep breath
and really inhale the rising scent of pine,

I see that each day is a gift
and the time in my past cannot be changed,
and the future is always shrouded in mystery,
and I can only live in and embrace the present.

Poem – In These Times

2015-02-28 17.44.02In these times
there are more questions
than the answers we
require to move and breath.

In these times
we feel isolated,
at great distances
from the reality we see.

In these times
the human spirit
further bonds and strengthens,
we are all in this together.

Comic – Don’t Hit Save

I cannot overstate how much I enjoy the on-line comic “Don’t Hit Save” by Jeff Lofvers. If you follow technology, there was a recent court case regarding ownership of the word “Sky”. Most recent comic talks about this.

Good stuff! Enjoy.

http://www.donthitsave.com

http://www.thisskyhere.com

Poem – Across The Sea

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Across the black sea I see nothing with these eyes
and I stand here not as I see myself
and not as I desire to be
but as the being accepted by the water.

Across the see littered
with fragments I am
but a whisper cast from
mountain tops.

I hope with every last
shred of this being
that you are out there
waiting with patience

for my return from one
field and when I land
in the black waters I am
able to swim now free of myself.

Poem – Wonder

Steeped in the still black waters
I see the white petals fall from
the empty sky and I wonder with
amazement, where do they come from?

On my knees I pray not to a named deity
but to the infinite canvas filled
with stars and planets and know there
must be a reason and wonder what is my purpose.

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Poem – Questions

“Are you out there beyond the
merging of the sky and the sea?”

I ask of the ravens atop trees
lining the shoreline.

I am torn as to my place here
when I only have a few fragments

left, the rest have scattered,
on a journey through the infinite

space, speeding toward the beginning
or some abstract ending.

An anxious feeling I cannot shake
as the questions keep building.

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Poem – Through the Shadows

I walk through the shadows
closing the path.

The silence consumes reason,
replaced with fear and awareness.

I walk through the shadows
as a visitor seeking nothing

more than solitude and the
desire to fall within my thoughts

until they are scattered into the forest
and consumed by these shadows.

I walk through the shadows
a fragment of my self

until I become one with each tree
and the creatures pass unbothered.

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Poem – Caretakers

A simple breath and idle hands
as we watch the sun filter through
the silent forest – we are guests
here, just caretakers of the land.

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Poem – Origins

In the quiet moments
free of our internal conversations
and struggles, the world around us
opens and we hear a song born
beyond our vision, carrying with it
memories of the first light,
of the origin of ourselves.

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Poem – I am Out There

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Frequent glimpses of moving
shadows and white figures.

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One last time I enter the cold
darkness and find a mass near

the bushes, but this object
reflects nor consumes light

and I immediately feel a connection
and cry when I know this is my shadow.

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A view across the expanse of empty
cold ice covering the fields

we long ago ran across playing
tag and enjoying the last summer of youth.

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Brief glimpses of time I have not
felt or tasted consume my thoughts

when I let go.

Sounds and images of a home
I have not yet found, yet claw for with all my strength.

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