No matter the infraction……no matter the pain…..I have no desire nor justification to let hate enter in…..the price is to high ttucro

There’s a soul in that hole……but I can’t reach him i can’t fathom the thought of walking away you and I can find a way together to help our troubled brother so you took off your belt and asked for mine and fashioned a lead that was short but strong you motioned to the hole…

There’s a boat leaving in the wee hours of the night and I plan to be in it……walking on the wharf I spot the vessel and walk the plank…..rising and falling with its sway……the Captain motions his hand and I am cleared for passage. I am a known stowaway and I earn my keep by…

I’m of the opinion in the last quarter of my life that only the bravest of the brave live truly authentic lives. Few of us have the integrity or the wherewithal to go against the grain at times in an effort to remain true to ourselves. Often we are more concerned with fitting in than…

I do not write for you….nor do I write for myself…..I write because that’s who I am……old poet ttucro

I lay myself prostrate on the magic carpet of life…. Releasing the notion I know what I need……much less what I want ….in favor of the cornucopia that the cosmos brings ….and pray for the wisdom and patience to savor every bite and every drop…… bring it on……..Aladdin waits……I have rubbed the lamp Ttucro

The Leviathan that is reluctantly leaving……..is dragging his feet…….and in the silence you hear the thunderous grunts of defiance…….screaming, “ I am going but you will bare the scars of my presence for a long time”……… laughing in a cascade of “boom, boom, boom,” that accompanies the retreating…….. He might be right about the damage…

Doesn’t take long to see the light from the candles in your eyes…..that light fueled by a caring compassionate heart that finds opportunities to heal….born to be a teacher and healer…..and acknowledged as such…… impressional people are impressed with impressive people…….especially when they are humble shine on ttucro

Time is experience and experience induces memories that either consume us or are filed away for occasional reference and reflection….. the ones that continue to consume us thwart the experience of new experiences and barricade us from the present……. they are a problem and need to be dealt with……anything that keeps us tethered to the…

One brings the power of the sun into their lives in many ways……smiles…..kindness…..compassion and concern……generating an atmosphere of gratitude for the many possibilities and potential of life…… the art of wearing the sun comes by learning to wear it on one’s heart thanks for teaching……..L