Retreat Vignettes – #2
Tall pine holds up the sky free of clouds as the sun passes overhead. I look beyond the tree tops through the holes in the sky at the first star winking in the twilight of a spring evening. I am alone in simple thoughts free of burden but I feel an eye is cast in…
Poem – Dreams
That moment waking, the slow realization that what you see is beyond the physical space is beyond what you can touch. The images raw and not bound, they flow freely from where the energy gathered as you was first born.