My footprints stretch
from here to the end of
the last beach.
But my tracks have smoothed away.
The sand is perpetually so.
But If the beaches have a memory
of all the passengers thereon
they could tell the history of the world.

Nothing is more beautiful
than having a home
with a heartbeat

If you struggle with yourself
But manage to make art with it,
I will find you
and insist you are a masterpiece.

Here she is,vivacious yet
despite the years of self neglect
She wears it well,she stood the test
she earned her badge of self respect.
Quiescent in her dormant state
the potential yaw she may create
she journeyed forth towards her fate
and the road remains the same.

Everyone is
Connected.
Everything is
Connected