Facing Forward
Looking at how we’re evolving culturally, and how humanity engages with itself, for good and for ill.
I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.
Living with purpose
With effectiveness and joy
A life worth living
Antidote to fear
Focus on the positive
Create your own joy
I try to resist
Our culture’s lusting for rage
Focusing on light
This new day begins
Filled with opportunity
As the daylight grows
As summer begins
Plenty of sunshine and warmth
A flower’s voice heard
My relentless mind
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p style=”font-family:"”>Whirring hum of my soul
The night moving now
It slides up, embracing me
A piano plays
My phone buzzes
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As the rain had passed
This flower’s glory shines forth
And then the light shifts