Winter has come
your strength
will now
reflect
what you have
harvested
in the summer.

if it weren't for
the miles,
the bittersweet goodbyes,
the


oh, if it weren't
for the bitterness of winter

Id be yours.

so invisible
so beyond my grasp
guiding my soul
into the deepest
most important
dependent
and life changing
parts of my entire life
and here I am
I can't even grasp
what it is that is taking me
I only know that it's taking me.
concepts beyond my understanding
and taking me somewhere beyond my existence.

I think I might be in love
again and I need to take one
big breath to get me through my
work is tough I wish I could just float off into space and
sail on the moon, watching her as she touches the soft and sweet clouds
stretching her arms out to kiss them like I wish I could
reach out to touch your neck and
kiss you between your ears

Have you ever noticed
that when the unrelenting season
of air as crisp as the taste of september apples
comes washing in like the crash of sea upon the dry sand

It is on a day such as this,
on a walk I see
the meandering pines
stretching their hands to the sky
No longer appearing like branches,
they certainly look like roots.

As so.

When the summer is gone.
Perhaps the world is all upside down.
As I am upside down
without you.

The Stoic represses his desire

The Addict takes his momentary pleasure for infinite.

But the Mystic,
he directs his desire to the eternal.
He is the one who dances in step
with the love song the Lord is playing for us all.

We must have compassion for a culture
that has a promise for immediate gratification.

Yet, you and I remain unsatisfied.