Forward Motion

It’s always time 

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Seattle and This Morning’s Smoke

Early morning light 

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Good Night

The night has come

Motion is now stilling

Dream’s demands coming forth

Wakefulness stills

My mind fights me

Awake

Not my desired state

Yet here I am 

Fighting my own mind

What do I gain

When I win?

As I Blink

I blink

A child’s born

Another blink

He stands

The next

He walks

Each moment

Gently changes

The world

I Dreamt Of Falling

Dreamt of falling
Into a pool of cool water
Falling slowly
Gently, safely
God wants me to know
That I must trust him
To guide me to where
He wants me to go
Develop trust
That his plan
Is what will
Make me the
Best me
I could ever be
Words echoing
Spirits speaking
I’m unaware if
These words
Have any meaning
Outside of my mind
But the sacredness
Which surrounds me
Speaks to me

This Modern Age

We can’t agree

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Awake Too Early

My relentless mind 

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Sunday Morning, June 3, 2018

Now I’m awake

The cool air

Through my window

Very welcome

Reminders of

Times along

The coast

Blessed sea breeze

Lacking the scent

Of the sea

No ocean crushing

Sound for my ears

An incompleteness

That my soul

Longs to complete

Where will I find home? 

​Seeking the place where the mountains meet the sky 

Where water rises to my feet and the sun warms 

My bare feet resting wrapped in the sand