Be it morning time When sun does rise Across the golden plains And ducks and doves and hawk alike Take flight unto the sky Just be still, and listen Or noontime when the lunch bell rings Singing a happy tune Of food to come and…

I talk for hours and fill the time But I want to hear more from you. If I shut up and listen Will you please share what’s on your mind and in your heart? I promise you I’m listening

The best part … editing I refuse a prompting then I fight with the thing and then I’m still, stopping I listen to the ring in my ears, a bird sings just halting, and hearing all the rhyming it brings and then a brief tussling…

Just be still. Listen. There are bigger thoughts than these        antiquated words. Antiquated words keeping us tied to the now. We have outgrown now. We have outgrown now. We’re ready for the new words the whole new language. The whole new language…

The scorching sun has disappeared into the dark musky clouds Here I sit on the moor talking to myself again, aloud I wish you’d known many things before we met I wish you thought of yourself as important Then maybe you wouldn’t have left me…

I see a world before me, filled with all the brightest hues A far cry from the visions that are laid out on the news A rock amid so many more, so large and yet so small And yet, a place where goodness reins supremely…

“Just be still and listen” Shloka Shankar   Sure, you can hear, the death knell of your dreams, the grand plans for your life that you charted as a child. Hush, but listen also for the lilting tune of the night as it calls to…

Somewhere it exists. In-person if not in perpetuity Sightings as ubiquitous as those of Sasquatch similar levels of proof As elusive and mythological as your typical four-hoofed unicorn possibly as extinct though reliable sources say… It’s out there somewhere I know it and want the…

They say cleanliness is close to godliness But I think they mean Minimalism is closer to death Because that’s the only way to get close to perfection.

There is a desire sometimes that one will travel back in time to negate. The blackberry bushes being manicured. The mowing of the lawn killing the wild flowers. The moment of conception. A meteorite hitting this earth. A word spilling out. Deferring the continuous future…