We are grains of dust |
We are grains of dust.
Floating.
We catch a beam of light.
For a moment.
Then disappear as we sink further.
Clinging to something.
Anything.
As we cling, we dirty.
As we dirty, we die.
When we die, we...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 14:43:00 GMT |
Skunk Filled Desert Mountains |
As the evening twists itself
To a grinding halt
I sit.
Time slows itself
As the heat of a fire
After it's keeper lay asleep
On the desert floor.
Agonizingly slow.
Mind ripens as I sit
In skunk filled ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 10:08:00 GMT |
BE A TREE. |
Be a tree.
Stand tall with your beliefs.
Extend your branches,
to feel the light.
But ground yourself with your roots.
With your roots you hold on tight.
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 10:07:00 GMT |
