It was a soft drive through the snow
the scent of adventure wafting through coffee steam
winding up Taconic's fair curves
pausing for rest just a little
leaving the highway
to an old shaker village
Sufi souls there now
my room's quiet corner
small bed and table, to myself this time
I have a teapot and some food
I have miles of quiet and peace
thinking and relaxing my brain
from thinking
Praying and
allowing for the silences to fill with more silence
the quietude of God speaking
soft tones, loving peace
the gift of the retreat in the snow

A Day in Cleveland

Walking about
a new city for us
Rocker memorabilia to the left
these lovely spaces
the proof of how visions can
join together to create
and provide goodness
to those who never knew that they'd need it
on a fine day
wherever we stray

God Bless Us, Everyone

Random Photos by Jeanne

You're finding your voice again

You're finding you
Cautious now looking out through the lense
Can you feel yourself opening up
and taking it in to give it away again
Your artist eye sleeping for so long
Your mind left wanting

Big Foot

And in the sweetness
of that smile, I had no idea

curious child, had his own direction
first steps forward

Mind the chair and the friends and the adventure there

Now it is a later point
many steps taken
Big feet replacing the little ones
Making new plans

Stepping from the boy onward to the man

Thoughts of Spring?

Calculated Diversion

Mystify me
Lost in down turnaround
don't classify me
don't count the rings in my tree
last thing I want is
sorted and dismissed
or anticipated
going through smiles
disoriented
I have dissented
not relented

And when I run into
That Wild Oblivion
such simple pleasures
beckon quietly
fresh sun and the clouds
and exsquisite imperfection
surrounding me

Spiderdrops2

Setting the Stage

KaylaKat

And even though I harass you
with big smooches on your little round head
and giant hugs that you love but dread
Your smiling face
your hello voice
is part of this place
our furry greeter cat

early hours dawning, life is spawning

What does the day bring
what does my heart sing
What is my liking
moment is striking
desparate awareness
awkward preparedness
eloquent daring
nothing is sparing
sharp as an arrow
song like a sparrow
cautious and quaking
mine for the taking

Whatzit goin to be today
long day working all day long working
Not much outside the video screen
No blue screen of death to give ye rest
from the monitor and beckoning messages

Saw a word from your world pass by my eyes
You workaholic crazy one not much different from me
A friendship based loosely on obsession compulsion
A friendship like a mirror like a reflexive plea

Nighttime in a dark dining room
my desk not a desk but light brightly shines
my thoughts not my thoughts still imprisoned inside
barred from freedom too many ideas trapped inside too many jobs

And what are we waiting for?
Passing time, passing days
Whisking by like some crazed train of
crashing waves of things happening to me

My fingers type and want to break away from the techno life
I am compelled to cling all familiar web based work
Nighttime sleep deprived thoughts creeping out
crawling to pages to questions to doubts

Ties to the life
ties to life
fired inside
tired of the life
tied to the life
trying to find life
tithing to life

Artist muse
artist amused
Life is a muse
I could use