~The mind is like an ocean
Sometimes calm
sometimes turbulent
But always infinitely deep.


~The mind is the place
where everything
comes to life
while  the world sleeps
where  you weep.

Shell ✨🐚

seaons come seasons go
some bring rain some bring snow
leaves they bare from the trees
falling down in the winter breeze

some bring sun to make it bright
flowers grow to bring delight
natures way for us to view
these are things that seasons do

of love. They write
poems of war, of beautiful
woman you’ve not seen
before.

They write poems
of mountains, lakes
and streams, of birds
and books and trees.

They write poems
of death and life –
poems to put you to sleep
and keep you up at night.

They write poems
at their desk,
in the blackness of
their closet, on their hands
or a napkin. Something happens –

and so they write