Simple Gifts and Magical Moments

I believe in sadness and joy. I believe in hope and fear. I believe in success and failure. I believe, Therefore I am. I am emotional, Determined and insecure Stubborn and proud. I believe in biology. I believe in genetics. I believe in chemistry. I believe that Nature versus nurture. That is the question. It is not nobler To suffer the slings and arrows Of outrageous moods. Clumsiness is inevitable The different drummer Didn’t chose a different beat She had no rhythm. I believe there are things we will not overcome. I believe there are things we will not change. I believe there are things we will not accept. I believe that Life is not fair. If at first you don’t succeed, you may never succeed. Terrible things happen. And the idea that God Doesn’t give you more than you can handle Is ridiculous and judgmental. I believe in God. I believe in choices. I believe in reality. I believe There is a god. Not an all powerful God, Who directs life like a puppeteer. But a God both distant and dea...

Warm sun’s firm embrace Cool breeze caresses my face Rustling leaves whisper, “shush” Highlighted green, deep and lush Dappled light that shifts and moves Bugs buzz and bird song soothes Day wraps and holds me tight My body rests my soul takes flight.

Long and firm But giving way, Towards forest floor The fir tree splays - Tall no more. Dark and brown And mossy green, Soft decay A fallen dream. Broken down And gone astray, Massive roots Given way. Worms and beetles Feast and feed, Scuttle and chew In desperate need. Survival The forest creed. Death belongs - It's Nature's seed.

I write my name In the sand And watch the wind Blow the letters away. Alone on the beach I'm out of reach My head whistles The breeze blows Passing though, Leaving me, More empty Than I began. I drift My sleeves flutter The waves mutter Sand scrapes Nothing remains.

Notes of music Fall into my soul Beating Against the hard Compact surface Running off In a flood Of emotion. The cracked surface Resists repels And then drinks Sucking greedily, Needing more. Never enough. The soul softens, Expands, New life. Reaching for more Beginning In a song. Cascading rhythms Refresh The parched landscape.