Some things that we leave behind
are still ours
many are not
there is a delicate but brutal
realness to this truth
some things that we leave behind
escape our grasping hold
rather neatly
and the only option
is to bless them
on their way
or remain somehow imprisoned
by
some things
Some things that we leave behind
are still ours
many are not
there is a delicate but brutal
realness to this truth
some things that we leave behind
escape our grasping hold
rather neatly
and the only option
is to bless them
on their way
or remain somehow imprisoned
by
some things
He had a way
of telling
his dreams
a dream book on the shelf
ways and means
that boiled down to luck
and his mother’s prayers
in the end he
always
knew that dreams and numbers
were just for fun
and like the proverb
he lived
his life
knowing
save money
and money
will
save you
He had a way
of telling
his dreams
a dream book on the shelf
ways and means
that boiled down to luck
and his mother’s prayers
in the end he
always
knew that dreams and numbers
were just for fun
and like the proverb
he lived
his life
knowing
save money
and money
will
save you
The stillness after
storms depart
fills some quiet
place
deep inside
with gratitude
contentment
waiting for morning
received
as a gift
The stillness after
storms depart
fills some quiet
place
deep inside
with gratitude
contentment
waiting for morning
received
as a gift
A boy ran past me
on wet pavement
but the rain had stopped
the sound
of his rubber soled shoes
slapping the ground
under his abandoned
all in
run
took me suddenly on a time
travel
struck by the thought
that’s how we ran
it was the sound
of youth
A boy ran past me
on wet pavement
but the rain had stopped
the sound
of his rubber soled shoes
slapping the ground
under his abandoned
all in
run
took me suddenly on a time
travel
struck by the thought
that’s how we ran
it was the sound
of youth
He thought it was a game
as they waited in the rain for the car
he ran into the traffic
or tried
his mother blocked him
twice
then
lifted him up
and held him
our divine parent
does
the
same
for
us
He thought it was a game
as they waited in the rain for the car
he ran into the traffic
or tried
his mother blocked him
twice
then
lifted him up
and held him
our divine parent
does
the
same
for
us
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