A Bolt

I long for the silent strength of collective thinking
the quite concentration that fills a room,
where minds are deep in thought
The expanse of energy, is subtle
 and electric at the same time
Still but rapid
and as the thoughts moil
movement ensues,
almost agitation
but it is invigorating and disruptive
to the quiet that prompted the sudden turmoil
and from the silence bursts a storm
a bolt
enlightening brilliance

Life's At Fault

We can not make a fault line strong by willing it stability

We must learn to live with the knowledge of it's precarious nature

and prepare for it's precipitous collapse

The strength will surface in the aftermath

The Drifter

I am taking a break from the trappings of the technological, entertainment industry and enjoying the special Mother Nature's putting on right now. The contrast is a lesson in simplicity.  While my computer screen is harsh on the eyes and flat in dimension, the landscape outside is soft and somehow soothing, with depth beyond belief.  As the television drones on and on and becomes a strain on the ears, the outside world is quite and peaceful, delivering insight with each silent snowflake, delicate and gentle in all that it touches.  While some despise what we've been  given I welcome the distraction .  We may be a drift in the white stuff that buries our house but this, the  process, may unearth our home.

Fighting Happiness

Every time life, 

                     delivers me a gift, 

                                         I can't help but think 

               it's a Trojan horse.

Drifting Old ~ Drafting Fear

there are times when we see the end so clearly and it is not a welcome sight
but it is a sight that draws us closer
taunting us
with it's every immuring imminence
luring us with promise of something new
and as we get older
the new has enormous draw
drafting us in to the pull of fear

Waiting for the Words

Stir me with persistent passion

Move me to the point of pen

Force me with the flow of thought

Help me find my voice again

Strengthen me with centered presence

See me with an eagles' eyes

Sense me with acute assessment

Hear me with my silent cries

Find me with my heart extended

Hold me when you see I'm weak

Heal me with ethereal whispers

Let me hear the angels speak

Weight of the World

Fielding a dream or leveling the field

The paradox of omnipotence

Having the ultimate power above all else, to control and determine life's direction for the masses

Conversely it also means

Having the sole ability to eradicate one's own omnipotence 

Which would you choose?