Breezes Stir Embers

Burnt edges bring no sorrow

Charred pages lie in wait, in calm

Holding on without rush, nor hurry

No reason to flake and fall

Breezes stir embers, it can’t be helped

More comfort found in stillness than in ardor

But this is how it goes

In life, in love

For love of life

This is how it goes

Yesterday’s Release

Come see for yourself

Where casted shadows on blank walls

Find themselves amidst rusted silhouettes

Tiptoeing along fields of painted brushstrokes

Jumping from void to void, footprints overlapping what was

Redefining yesterday’s recollection

Erasing familiar feelings stirred by patinaed voices

Understanding that moments can exist after currents find outlets that flow to open seas

The Path, There and Back

Walk the path

There and back

Prayers tucked away in chest pockets

As sighs surround dawn lights that peek behind morning clouds

Knocks on doors travel past sign posts pointing west

And I should hear footsteps, but they are nowhere to be found

Yet I find solace in the silence of two branches, bound together by beads by the roadside, I kneel

A pile of fallen leaves warm inscribed names hidden beneath

I leave it there in its open hands before sunrise, I rise

And I walk the path

There and back


Circles run in opposite directions

Grains roll slowly between, following before they fall

A pinch turns empty, motion and inertia stop, waiting – listening

The space between the first turn and your voice draws closer, gaps begin to close

Hope falls lightly from above