A photon bounces around inside our… When it finally does light is born… It takes its 8 minute maiden voyag… It races at 700 million miles an h… It loads our senses our dreams.

I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…

The night sky is our lost mytholog… No longer do we look to the stars… No longer do we sit in awe of the… So behold the immensity of the sky… And recognize the infinite capacit…

Eve bit the apple so she bears the… She hears it’s cries and its laugh… She feels the spirit of the Four… In one hand she cradles faith and… You can see the mystery of life in…

The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.

On Monday she is a teacher. On Tuesday she is the director of… On Wednesday, a mother. On Thursday, a seamstress. On Friday, a Writer.

She is the captain of the Ghost S… No sail on this boat. Her spirit moves it. The vessel is dark to conceal her. Because she has a beauty

A tremendous power is held in bond… She is a sleeping dragon guarding… Waiting for the right person to re… Waiting to transform into the womb… She is a woman with no name and no…

Candle drifting. The Bhudda’s face glowing. She kisses me. A rush of relief. The wait is over.

Many years go a woman was walking… It was long and windy, stretching… It had sharp barb’s on it preventi… She touched it and cut herself. Her blood dripping on the grass.

She picks up her drum. Asks for it’s permission. Her hands caress it. The skin of the living meets the skin of the dead.

Dear god, You have been behind all that I h… Yet we still have more work to do. May you use me as a conduit for yo… You have guided me through the Da…

A face like a porcelain doll. But it doesn’t smile So serious all the time I sometimes imagine her Showing me her teeth

She looks into the mirror as she puts on her war paint. One finger at a time. A different color for each emotion… She is a warrior. A spiritual sol…

If you are sad, love yourself. If you are scared, trust yourself. If you are angry, forgive yourself… If you are lonely, hug yourself. If you are opinionated, question y…

You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?

What is it about an opinion that m… What is it that we are trying to p… Does anyone want to hear it beside… Am I simply giving unsolicited ad… Doesn’t it just create an offensiv…

I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…

Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…

Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…

SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.

A map has four directions. The native Americans worshiped th… A standard compass uses the Earth… A moral compass also uses two dire… When I am grounded my compass poi…

Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread

The Woman in Black She is the woman in black A virtuoso with a poker face. Her instrument is the violin. It has a high level of emotion.

I’m grateful to see the full moon… I’m not sure why. I suppose only a celestial body ca… So I cry. I howl at the moon with… When the moon comes out I don’t t…

I have succeeded in being who I a… Good and bad. But what about loving who I am? The right and the wrong. Accepting who I am?

The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…

Her beauty is fought over by King… But her attention goes to the begg… Her eyes focus near but her heart… The wind blows through her hair an… of the departed.