FIVE SIX – Pick up sticks
The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks
There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind. – Mr. Fred Rogers
FIVE SIX – Pick up sticks
The world’s hardened you with cheap tricks
A simple board now transformed
Muscles flex securing the hold
Strongly fastened to a tree
Sitting in the windowsill of my bedroom with my knees pulled up to my chin feeling powerless and full of hate
the flutter of your butterfly kisses
Infection and contagion are their life mission
Music plays but I do not hear
Rhythms of the road softly lull
Talk fades into the distance
How blessed am I
To be taught how to hate
but to choose compassion
I need the rivers, lakes and ocean the same as I need air to breathe. It is my religion and faith.
We all need something to reboot our minds and souls, mine happens to be water surrounded by nothing but nature and color
The moon rises as the light fades into darkness, casting shadows and fears of our lurking hidden childhood monsters