Fleeting

In a season of change,I give grace to myselfas time continues to flowbeyond my fingertips.I breathe in deep appreciationfor the changing colorsof the leaves, showing the beautyof the earth as they shed fromthe trees. This time is fleeting,winter is coming, enjoy the colorswhile you see them.

New and Strange

Days are shorteningthe air is still thickwith summer heatI try my best to remainafloatmy mind wanders awayI patiently wait for itsinevitable returnmy eventual returnto the presentwhat a gift it isto see the moonconsistently changingas do we, always evolving always growing intonew and strange versionsof who we are becoming.

Milky Way

Late night, the sky comes to life.Shooting stars subtly shoot acrossthe universe, blink and you’d miss it.I find comfort in looking around andseeing how small my problems are.How the universe is much bigger thananything I can possibly comprehend.Watching the stars mirror the water below,I let go of what I can control.

Limbo

Late summer hangs in limbo,cold air floats in on the water.The sun reminds me what will soonexist only in my memories. So I soak upevery walk I can get while remindingmyself to remain present, it’s a beautifullife, the heaviness is only as much asI choose to carry it.

Overcomplicating Simple Matters

Somewhere along the wayI got lost in the wavesand wandered into the hazeof my own making byovercomplicating simple matters.Upon reflection, I am reevaluatingmy own words and choosing tobelieve in what I want to saywithout worry of anyone elsehaving anything to addto my own stance.It’s mine,that is what’s important.Write, I still have timeto continue to spreadmyContinue reading “Overcomplicating Simple Matters”

Sturgeon Moon

Two evenings beforethe sturgeon moonI saw this sightthat left me in awe.I headed towardsthe ocean in search ofmaybe seeing a mirrorto make sense of whatI was feeling.Joy floating through my veins –catching up witha dear friend,slowing down aftera busy few months,the significance ofnew possibilities thatcould await meif I so choose.

Morning Moon

The early summer hoursbring back childhood patterns.Following the morning moon acrossthe sky as I travel from road toroad, I smile and count the craters.In my contentment, I embrace thisstate of peace fully. Right now,it’s just me, my thoughts, my music,and the moon. Real life doesn’t existoutside this existence, not right nowanyway.