The Potential of Weeds

Perhaps the weeds
Are in their season
And with loving care
Will sprout flowers
Too beautiful to believe
As they’re rooted in
The soil of your
Soul

Gulfs and Such

Upon the edge I sit,
Staring across
A gulf of white,
Brutal, bitter, cold
Sings it’s song
Of death and delight.
And I know, within
My being’s depths
That the path across
Is life, vigorous and true,
Fully, finally alive.

Rain

Upon my hands flow,
Dust of dreams and winter’s touch,
Autumn’s rain cleanses.  
 

Strength without Love

Strength without love
The deepest failure, sadness
Abounds; emptiness

Thoughts on Relationships

One key goal for us,
Remove the drainers of joy,
And replace with love.

I’m not second guessing this evening

Oh, my poor Seahawks! Second guessing that last play; so terribly easy, especially facing bitter disappointment. Yet, I question it’s value. I wasn’t part of the discussion nor choice. And, most importantly, no amount of hand-wringing or recrimination will undo the final score. 

I admire bold choices in the face of risk. That’s a hallmark of greatness. More importantly, I adore the people who are Seattle’s Seahawks. Just a few thoughts: Russell Wilson’s amazing giving heart, Marshawn Lynch’s playful tweaking of the press, Pete Carroll’s deep dignity; all of these, and more, give me great pride. They played well, didn’t give up, fighting with tenacity to the last second. I also love hearing Mr. Wilson and Mr. Carroll each take responsibility for that last call. And, I’m willing to bet each member of this team would do so as well. For they are a team, through and through. Class and spirit, what’s not to love? 
Ultimately, I’m proud of these guys, of their hearts and spirits, and wouldn’t trade them for any other team, not even bearing the Lombardi trophy. There’s my focus tonight, tomorrow and into next season. And the next. 

Technology And…

Glorious blinking lights full
Of potential and power
Yet, sunlit live wins.

Insecurity’s Fruit

Fears, insecurities,
Like rocks within
Sand; motion works
To grind all that’s
Good to dust.