the path to clarity

we walk along
the path to clarity
as obstacles litter
but clutter

not
our hearts,
as clear they see
the moment.

how oft i thought

how oft i thought
about the whens
the wheres and whys
no answers
supplied.
so no more questions
of this kind
will i let  further
addle
my already muddled

mind.
so free to see
the beauty
that
can
be.

we are challenged

we are challenged.
easy is a not a word
meant to be lived
but uttered in hope,
the challenges we face
are made all the more arduous
by the complexities inherent in
the human landscapes.

do we slither, bellies downward
or do we rise.
and not let complacency dictate our
every inaction,
as the moments we are present
melt into the larder
of a lifetime given to us.

we are of this moment
the morrow a twinkle in the
eye of a grander presence.

epistle to thistle

to thistle i write
though why
i cannot say.
you once were
a flower.
and then
flew
away.

clouds they

clouds,
yes they make
us old.
but they cannot
make
us
fold!

in this naked, barren tree

in this naked,
barren tree
we have each
other's
company.

mist...repost

Mist

to those once with us,
who no longer remain,
we feel your loss,
and it causes pain.
but we know you are
in a place of peace,
with others, just like you,
whose troubles have ceased.
your tenure on earth
with us never enough,
yes we go on,
but at times it is rough.