His heart became like a dessicated root
And he walked around the world with a stiff spine,
Because he was afraid that the first thing to touch it would simply
crunch
Its vestige into dust,

And he would stop existing.

In my youth I grasped for
more than I could possess.
Now grey of hair and beard,
I have learned less can be
more than enough.

Enlightened

We don’t mind the rain

and not a person yet,

has seen the dew fall.


As for the mist, it’s a

mirage, an illusionary

interpretation of fog.


We don’t mind the wind,

so long as it doesn’t

blow the clouds away,


because shadows are

egotistical self-seekers

always soliciting exposure.


We don’t mind the night,

sure don’t you know that

we drink THE DARKNESS.



Ryan 26th March 2023.

One Day

Three tiny and lovely gray doves crossed a sidewalk
Blue eyes blazing and petite
Searching for food
The three little musketeers continued cooing and walking
Two dogs and their humans enjoyed their search
Glad they noticed
A squirrel eating nuts seemed to cheer them on
And they did

C@rainbowchaser2023

Open a book
discover a landscape
waiting for you explore
your map is made from footsteps
where the writer walked before

You colored me
the prettiest
shade of broken