the paper doesn’t fight doesn’t judge whether i’m wrong or right won’t turn me away when the words carry little weight invites me to try again and prods me along to color its’ canvas with life i can be glad or i can be sad be dramatic or docile as a lamb assertive or supportive…

sitting on the beach i watch the waves sometimes pushing sand and sometimes taking it away reminds me of the seasons that happen in my life sometimes the calf is fattened and sometimes it on the stake things are constantly being added and some are taken away sometimes i get to choose and sometimes i…

Lord light a candle that i may see the way looks dark and lonely to me i suspect that i may stumble and fall with no one to hear my call and i should parish because the way i could not see the voice rained down like a cloud that bursts ”YOU have a way…

the truth is just below the surface scratch a little and you will stir it up swells up like a fountain when you have the courage to sweep it off you look at it puzzled, because it has never changed just your vain attempts to hide it, in the pouring rain like having and umbrella…

oh what fun it was to rattle off a tale embellished with all sorts of things that never did exist entertained for hours on end as we laughed at each others spoken dreams but as we got older some of us never stopped spinning yarns that no one else believed you see for awhile it…

there are immutable things that i must face part of life, they do not go away to earn a wage and pay my bills is a challenge everyday but i severed my ties to things that complicate a life that have little substance and confuse as to the whims of fashion i am always out…

compassion : that i may look beyond what my eyes may see and offer the hand of hope, leaving my opinions and judgement aside obligations: i have made commitments that need to be maintained, keeping an eye out for issues and support that is required to keep those commitments funded and vital friendship: should not…

you say today i was your ”yoda” if it was good info it didn’t come from me don’t put me on a pedestal i’ll put up a tent and start selling tickets i am laughing, i’m not Eckhart

glad to find when i opened my eyes this world hadn’t done me in, yesterday had me dazed but i trudged on until the end, though it left me weak and troubled, i knew that this would pass, through time i always see, it was just part of a test put the roses in the…

little spot on the chart, you barely got a start when your world came to an end you may never know that you had an impact on this world and you never took a breath on your own i saw your mothers face and there was the trace of a life that was gone that…