Accumulation

Stirring the soup of this so-called life, seasons swirl in my mind,
glimpses of who I have been, swimming in my consciousness
stirring within a stew of questions, tiny bits bubbling up
swirling in my brain’s broth, one question rising…
as the scales fall from my eyes-
who am I, now?

The Boat

The Boat I am leaving the shore, in my mind.I’m getting into the boat with you…I have no idea where we’re goingbut I trust that you do. I’ll face the storm by your sidebehind your cloak, I will hide,far from the shore of all I fearinto the unknown, far and wide. I don’t deny thatContinue reading “The Boat”