I close my eyes–suddenly I hear.
I close my eyes–my lungs fill with autumn.
I close my eyes–I feel… grateful.
I open my arms–others fill them.
I open my arms–instant abundance.
I open my arms–I feel… thankful. Continue reading “The Gooey Molasses of Peace”
Busyness presses down, in, around
And the roses grown dim.
Stealing senses
Robbing of smell, taste, touch.
Hamster-wheel mind-numbs
Creating needless constant crisis.
But I steal away. Continue reading “One Minute Affair With Peace”
Molasses thick clouds stretch the sky like pulled cords of salt water taffy.
I stop.
Is the sky expanding before me?
My chest sinks into the gooey love place, embracing its smallness.
Everything I need, I already have.
