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Poem – Mountain of God
I have passed this way before. I have seen these desert grains pass through worn and bleeding fingers. I slept beneath these trees and I cried upon the boulders. Yet I do not know where this is, I do not know where I am. The land becomes the sky as the horizon falls away and…
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Poem – A Plea
In the sea my reflection is carried away by smoke and mist. I stood there with what was left. Broken, motionless stripped of my armor, I pleaded to whatever gods lived here in the golden light and calm sea – What more must I give? I have given blood. I have given sanity. My mind…
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Thoughts on the Empty Field
I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives. The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…
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Poem – Who or What
Who or what is God? Thinking back… I found myself wallowing in the void, self-created and endless. Days had no definition, no number – fueled by the routine I let go of hope, giving myself in. I let the fog consume the landscape until the last light I saw disappeared and I no longer had…
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Poem – Time
measured paces of swift moving feet across ocean sands. years pacing back and forth what am I waiting for? what passed through here first? in the time of no time what do we measure ourselves and forward progress against? what passes between moments? do music beats sound different? the sea crashes against shipwrecked fishing vessel,…