
The sands of time, they move to lure
passing moments most demure
each bit of grain
each one contained
to keep us safe and sure.


The sands of time, they move to lure
passing moments most demure
each bit of grain
each one contained
to keep us safe and sure.


And, oh to dance with wild abandon
beating heart, the true companion
freeing spirit
listen, hear it
revive the notes in soul’s grand canyon.


Is it really a charade
to be alone in respite’s shade?
contemplation
a salvation
in thinker’s promenade.

Stay safe out there!
Take a moment to breathe – 2

And, oh, the joy when sphere is formed
and floats in search of things adored
keen awareness
filling bareness,
enlivened, then it soared.

Such an interesting time to be alive, no? Give yourself a calm little moment to breathe.
Day one …
Sail away, internal light
gladden hopeful’s appetite
faithful gleaming
search for meaning
harvest wisdom bright.

