When we decided to move to the suburbs we were truly anxious about all the adjustments. We were excited about the bigger space we would have, the backyard and of course knew there were good schools – all the boxes… Read More »A child’s perspective
Build me a hammock of my mother’s loveHanging in space between the starsWhere I can lie and look aboveAs the moon, full and glowing, smiles down on meAnd I rock myself to sleep
Nick stood outsideA piercing across his browPatiently talking to strangers About charities helping children across the worldSpending a Saturday evening – to spread the wordI wonder if he will I guess you can do that in abundance – WonderWhen you… Read More »Outside and Inside
And somewhere insideIs a deep blue oceanWhere everything you throw inDust, dirt, ice, tearsMelts, soaks, swims – flows
I sit on my couch with an orange and brown throw;The one knitted by my MotherWatching an old documentary on TVSomething about Indians in the UK in the 60sThe sun comes in from the blindsGlistens on the golden star on… Read More »Just a moment
Interesting…. I climbed 10,000 feet Trying to leave the world behindClimbing was good – I had a missionSunsets, Sunrises, snow and coldAll made a beautiful milieuSweat and shivers, I am proud of bothSlow but sure, I trudged aheadBut coming down… Read More »Mountain Insight
Yesterday, I went to a beautiful placeOpen sky aboveHands on the wheelWind in the hairThe colors were stark Blue oceanGreen mountainsThe sounds were clearOf zooming bikesRinging laughterThe sights – they will be foreverEagles soaring Sleepy ottersCoy couplesThe seas and the… Read More »A beautiful place
Here’s to GratitudeThat feeling that embracesIn final superiorityIn times of peaceAnd timeless quietFor letting me pass byBe a part ofLife
Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live – Anais Nin Now my thoughts – Strange thing about hope is – it never leaves you. Somewhere in the crevices of life – however rocky it… Read More »Hope
Everyone has a little box of secret treasuresOf desires, hurt, hopesUnashamed joyUnspeakable despairMoments and memories and dreamsThat never cease to collectAnd sometimes, through the mechanics of daily lifeWe find time to open this boxAnd wonder at what lies within
The red flowers are in full bloomThe green buds wait patiently for their timeStrings of grass sway and dance The wind blows hard and keeps timeAll in silence and quiet in a white framed picture on the wall. 10/17/2004
Never have I seen a sun so gloriousBathing the sky in its bloodI hear the silent promise of an unseen, unknownThat there is joy in the worldI turn into a laneAnd see a house With maybe a happy family insideIts… Read More »Silent Promise
I am…..Who am I?..An ExperienceThat is passing as I speakIf the past is just a kaleidescope Of scenes that I watch nowWhere am I nowIN this everchaning cycle of life?If the future is just a random possibilityWhat do I need… Read More »Poetic License
You never know where life takes you. Choices you make, chances you take – do they define your life or is it but a game of random probabilities? Does anything that you plan to do ever matter? How much are… Read More »Random Choices