Tag: purpose

  • Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust

    Poem – Emerging from the Depths with Stardust

    The blood-red sky of time before the sun rises intermingled with black clouds, the air is cold and still. I stand in a circle around the perimeter waiting for the moment told through ages, through dreams and the instinct telling me this is the place, this is where I need to be. Many years passed…

  • Poem – Trees

    I see the trees touch the sky and I wonder what would happen if they disappeared and nothing was left holding up the universe.

  • Poem – Guided By Wolves

    In the last dream of this life I watched the white wolf walk away. In the first dream of the next life I watched the black wolf emerge from still water. With my first step across the empty field I knew I was granted another life, more time complemented with the experiences and another chance…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Poem – Road

    I have been down that road and at the end I was back here, where I started, where I attempted to break free of constraints. The road gave no clues. The road divulged no secrets. Frustrated and desperate I fell to the ground. In clear ice reflecting the morning sun I saw an outline. I…

  • Poem – What Becomes

    (1) Long ago that path became an object in the mirror fading into the dust of the present experiences. I look back with nostalgia at moments I have built and pieced together from the scenes I have witnessed, the people met and the forgotten glorified sense of purpose. (2) What becomes of the road after…

  • Poem – Purpose

    I stand on the rocky shore beneath old cedar arched toward the sky and I lose the layers I have delicately built. This scene never tires, never gets old. The sun rising from the calm water reflecting the morning mist. In moments of solitude when the circling raven further deepens my roots I find my…

  • Poem – The path

    The road, the path never ends. We only change the direction with a distant thought of a destination, of a purpose, that changes before we arrive.

  • The Search, Revisited

    The goal is not to chase and find enlightenment – it is already within. The goal and path is to uncover who we already are as beings, as people, as neighbors, as caretakers of this earth, with respect and peace. So much time is spent chasing something out there, just beyond our reach. The energy…

  • The Well is Barren

    I have had a few days off of work. Before this, I came up with a great plan in my head of the projects I would work on, new words I would write, manuscripts I would submit. Days have passed and projects have collected more dust and words have vanished. I have gotten good at…

  • Poem – Awake

    I lie awake at night and during the day and I think of the opportunities I have passed and I have missed. I think of the infinite lives, intersection points and how one small decision, detail, or word changes the path, changes the course, changes who I am. I lay upon the wood picnic table…

  • Time

    Where has time gone?  While I know time itself does not change, only our perception, I must have been asleep for a few days.  It is already May and I have not really written a poem or prose in a couple of weeks.  I have spent some time in quiet reflection of my past and…

  • Essay – What do you do?

    What do you do? This is a very common question during our interactions with people. It is most often asked by those we do not yet know, or only casually. Perhaps it is the once in a while haircut. During the customary small talk, this question and one other are always asked in one form…

  • Poem – Know Me

    Do you know me, or only my actions? Do you know me, or only the empty space? Do you know me, or only the oxygen I consume? Do you know me, or am I only a number? I know me – the person I am now, the person I work to become, the person I…