Morning fog

An dewy, ethereal blanket
disguises the distance.
The misty, thick promise
blank to paint
your day;
an unclear, strange
eraser filled with
refreshing, misty
promise.
An angelic screen
mysterious, limiting
beautiful, haunting
fleeting.

Sketching

a detail
a curve
lines overlapping
shadows
a figure
looking
pensively
one's eyes
moving
taking it in
pleasing
and only
pencil.

Leaping into the moments

Dance with perfect rhythms

leap hungering into the World. 

Melt the ice blocks

crack the frozen moonscape 

 guilt and despair, it’s not a risky journey

with Jesus or Buddha, or whomever you call your higher power.

Picture your head being cradled in the lap of, embraced in the arms of your higher power.

Stroking your face you’re told

there is Grace for YOU

no more paralysis.

Deeper lessons await you

where all the aches and numbness

crumble and blow away

Love fills your pores and joy spills out slowly,

one drop at a time

so your well is never dry.

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