Monument Building

  We are all building monuments, . We build monuments to our successes, monuments to our pain. We build monuments to our offenses and monuments to our gain. . We build them with stones or stories, rocks from along our way, Our thoughts polish and cut them, our words place them, Putting them  where they … More Monument Building

Empty

Empty. .   Empty is what we lack, The place to be filled with wonder. . Empty is what we are missing. . For we fill the empty ourselves, We fill our empty with lesser lovers, While true love waits outside. . Outside ourselves waits what we lack. . We lack room  to be filled … More Empty

Artisan Armin

A Haiku to celebrate the  60th Birthday of  Contractor and Artisan Architect Armin Staprans. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He Resolutely, Excellence in Actions. Artisan Armin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

Sometimes is enough

  Sometimes is enough, You and I in the realms of wonder. Walking in the glory of the presence of love, love and wonder. It’s sometimes  and it is enough. We roaming in the rest and freedom of our creator, We walking in the realms of wonder, together. We together, yet ourselves alone. Sometimes is … More Sometimes is enough

Dancing to a different tune- A Christmas Carol

Dancing to a different tune, Howling at the stars and moon, Glory spilling from finger tips; Maker meeting his creation.   Dancing to a different tune, Messiah comes to a virgins womb,* Spirits children born a new; Dancing to a different tune.   Dancing to a different tune, The music maker,singer,one; Comes to be a … More Dancing to a different tune- A Christmas Carol

A Separate Place

  There exists a separate place, a separate reality.   In the heat of the desert, Under the scorch of the sun, Exists a place of peace.   This place is built as the foundations of the earth. With the gifts of the mother and the blessings of time. It stands to greet the wind, … More A Separate Place

Up until now.

Up Until Now… Up until now I allowed a disconnect between my heart and my head. Up until now I could feel the big ball of emotions; my reactions to others pulsating just outside of my gut. Some feelings I could discern others would flood me there were many and so strong, I could not … More Up until now.

Grief

Grief is love with no place to go, No place but to memory, or regret. Regret of lost opportunities. Grief is love with no place to go, No place but back into what might have been or to perhaps. Perhaps grief finds a home, A home in the hope of forever after.