When she came back

Silent breathsA final pass This central noteEchoes its last Your footsteps lingerThey lift the dust Your shadow fallsTime went too fast Memories, I keep playingI cling to the firesFate, let not her life leave meForever grasping, I will not tire From her I have comeAnd to her arms I shall return Let me not fail…

Distant memories (XII)

  About a year ago, I was in New York State and there was a large corn field behind my home. I was out in the garden, watching the deer eating the last of the vegetables when I heard the birds. Many came into the trees around my home but when I looked out over…

Pay attention

Pay attention, anticipate, notice the endless movement, the changing shapes, the light and dark. I am meditative. I cannot make the scene in front of me conform to how i think it should be, only find the good in how it is. Much like life. I let go, breathe, press the button. Less important than…