“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself” ~Buddha
each step
i am destined
to take
illuminates itself.
as i travel
in the dark,
unseen hands
keep me
from taking
a wrong turn.
every breath
every step
every moment
is an act of faith
and sublime
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an old woman in a scarf rocks a baby back and forth in the sunlight a man works a crossword sneaking glances at the pretty baristas Dolly serenades us with her trilling vibrato the steel guitar adding a pinch of melancholy your morning kisses linger on my lips like the scent of flowers everything feels…
your three to my one the amber and the red twenty five cents and a vibrating tilt-a-whirl you spoke of carnivals and dark, dusty paths that lead to where we need to be (to peeking behind the boards where darts come towards our hearts) popcorn with truffle oil meaningless meetings and Hoffa screwing and killing…
“Your response is making me cry.” He said, “No use in crying over…
“Some things fall apart so better things can fall together.” ~Marilyn Monroe I had a dream that I was the Queen of Wands. Walking with great purpose into the darkness with my torch burning brightly, I offered Light to whomever needed it. I was strong but young and a bit foolish. Sometimes, I would forget…
To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill and a time to heal … a time to weep and a time…
Gigi and I went to a park after a doctor’s appointment yesterday and found this beautiful shattered glass. We couldn’t help but explore with it. This picture is my favorite. The title of the post says what I wanted to say and this photo illustrates it wonderfully.