The wonderland of now

Let silence fall upon my thoughts like snow,

blurring -- or erasing -- all distinctions,

making mind's familiar paths far too slippery to travel.

Let me drop into the whiteness, 

and make angels in the wonderland of Now.

A quiet place

Find me a quiet place to sit,

where I can feel in tune with things that grow,

and close my eyes -- if only for a moment --

to all the worries and injustices that haunt me...

Cold adventures

Yes, it's cold, and the weather is uncertain.

That doesn't mean you should forgo adventures.

This could be the perfect time to leave familiar harbors;

to venture out in search of something new.

Caged

I built the cage myself --

the one that keeps my soul from dancing free --

and lined it with projections of another's expectations.

When will I find a way 

-- the courage, strength, or passion --

to part the bars?

A longing for eternity

The task of the artist is twofold:

with our hands, we give form to the formless,

and with our hearts we give voice

to the universal longing for eternity.

We close our eyes

We humans are designed to be reflective:

to see or read another's pain

and feel its echoes in our souls,

awakening old wounds.

And so, to protect our hearts,

we close our eyes...

The gym floor of my mind

I try to clear the dance floor of my thoughts,

to keep its surface shiny and reflective,

but still, instead of sitting on the sidelines,

they leap from their chairs like randy teens

and rush into the center to twist and shout,

leaving dark marks with their inappropriate shoes.