Words

This Moment

Wafting across the valley,patches of earth’s skin escaping through.The fog choosing what is seen,what is hidden.Forever changing it’s mind,showing something new, hiding something old. The master stroking his brush across the skin,Painting a picture for this moment, painting a new one for the next. Beauty effused by a veil worn loosely,flowing with the breath of …

05.02.19
The First Sigh Within

Blocking out the swirling howl,that moment of peace in solace.Bringing comfort from the world around,but can’t escape the whirl within.Yet in the moment the padding envelops,retracting me from the surrounding howl,bringing the first moment of peace long yearned,the first sigh within that brings relief.

15.05.18
Floating Precipice

Journeying to the edge of a floating precipice. Losing oneself to the infinite embrace of the open horizon.Searching. Seeking. Escaping.Longing to be able to release those three words.All is well. Stepping into visions of emptiness.Allowing the vast nothingness to envelop.Floating. Falling. Escaping.Longing to be able to release those three words.All is well.

19.04.18
Ashes of Hope

The surface lays still, unencumbered by the passing storm.The light quickly fading, outside and in.The ashes of hope are wafting away.No dreams be left to lose oneself in.

16.04.18
One More Step

What is this line? Where does it take me?Into the fog-laden hills ahead.The road descends into a blur.Is there a valley, a hill or a cliff approaching?Or just plains of nothingness?Mediocrity haunts me more than cliffs and valleys.I cannot see without taking another step.But what is that step leading to?A burning heart.One part anxious expectation …

16.10.17
The Horizon

The horizon. Home of the things we fear, the hopes we long for, and the dreams we can never attain.

11.07.17
Set It Free

Removing the walls, if but for a moment. Letting go of the ropes we think are making us strong. Releasing our heart to feel that which we hide deep inside. Letting that tear escape, setting it free. 

03.07.17
The Daily Tension

Caught by the clutches of the shadows. Bathing in the rays of the light. The daily tension of this journey we call life.

04.02.17
Breathe.

Rising above the chaos and clutter to breathe in the open space.Be it dusk or dawn, a new beginning or a temporary pause.Breathe.

04.01.17