Saturday, January 15, 2011

MORNING MEDITATION

sitting listening to the snow
watching my breath
singing sweet jazz
without blues
with courage

Saturday, January 8, 2011

DESTINY

staring into the deep abyss
a vacant hole in the middle
of hollow openness
looking at fears secrets
and tears

listening to the messenger-spirit
exempt from apprehension
unhindered between space and time
with no place to escape the light
or the flight

beneath the broken umbrella
of lost dreams of reality
where the spilt paint
stains the art that covers me
haunting my destiny