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.
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…
The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
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…
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…
How lonely it can be to write. My bride is this white computer sc… Constantly staring at me. Always receptive. To write is to challenge solitude.
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 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?
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…
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…
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…
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?
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…
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.
Candle drifting. The Bhudda’s face glowing. She kisses me. A rush of relief. The wait is over.
