In plain sight

Soaring Solo

Morning coffee on the veranda Sun sparkling diamonds across still water Reflecting and questioning her needs and wants Completely alone with only her thoughts She thought about him across the miles Flying solo on that rocky coast Yoga at sunrise with no care in the world Guided solely by his internal light What was it

We each hold the key

If the power were within us to travel worlds outside our own to learn the secrets that lie beyond the grave how many of us would make the journey If the truth of our existence could be found within the depths of our own untapped minds how deep would we go to find it What

PAST THE POINT

Past the point Of no return She frantically searched The looking glass Seeing visions and images That weren’t really there A multitude of words Being backwards truths Wondering always If anyone knew Or even cared How she really felt She dropped the looking glass Shattering to the ground Catching sight of Alice The chase was

Worth retrieving

She watches the water Flow lazily by her window Gently being pulled By the slow moving current Offering further proof In the power of connections Something she once put Total faith in Reduced to a place Where she no longer believes Still searching for her own truth Once given so freely A journey she must

I’m listening

The universe is calling; and I am listening. Ensnared in the trap for far too long; searching for a Sage while wallowing in angst. Conceding to the darkness as it consumed and controlled. Though not completely, and not any more. The universe is whispering; and I am listening. Mother Nature opens her arms, enveloping me