Erosion

waves passing over and around
some turbulent some calm
chipping away
until all that is left
is you

Patience

End the in sense make all will it.

Empty Cup

You cannot fail at an undefined goal
So do not define love, happiness, sadness or regret
See your future as a mental mute
As nothing, as unfolding in front of you

Pray to know what it means to be a woman before you die
Pray to know what it means to be a man before you die
Pray to know yourself and in turn to know God
And do whatever you need to do to gain the time and experience you need to learn

Eat, work, go to school pay the bills, excel at your talents
All so you can keep learning in this maze of a world with all its lessons and clues
All so you can hope to one day be able to define

Collection

And they come and go
replacing those gone before
good and bad alike

Night Travels

A new night had begun, a darker night than I was used to. Dimmer stars to act as guides. Was I the only one in this darkness? But I traveled as I do, as the world continued to turn under my feet, and hoped that each footstep aligned with the last. My legs were tiered but there was no hope in sitting down. I breathed a steady breath and walked in silence. A bright star appeared in the direction I was heading, perhaps the thick of the clouds had diminished. I still could not see the Moon, but I was certain He was still there. One step at a time I walked and walked. The star flickered, then danced about. Puzzled I slowed my pace, the earth continued, till the star danced out of the sky, around my head and body, stopping to hover by my feet. I had only a chance to see the prints of my feet all about in the sand when the star went out and buzzed away, the earth continued.

Wake Up Sleepy Head

I'm not a 'morning person'. I never have been. I have tried many times to become one, have gone as far as searching for techniques for waking up online. Some of them made a lot of sense, I've been advised to wake up gradually to the sound of an alarm which also ascends gradually. To never ever press snooze. To include some light exercise into my morning routine and of course to eat well during the day. But no matter how much I may admire those that can wake up early and how much sense it seems to make to me, every morning under the warmth of covers in that moment when my mind is only half awake I feel happy to still be sleeping. Most of me does at least. Happy that the day has not begun yet. Lost in the comfort of clean sheets, my husbands arms and silence, I close my eyes again to see how much longer I can make this feeling last. Of course an hour or two later I get up and regret it all. Some how waking up needs to feel good more than it makes sense.Or doing stuff that makes sense needs to feel better than doing stuff that feels good.