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A collection of thoughts...
I saw once a cat and a boy
they were resting on steps emblazoned with color,
their eyes both gleamed with a regal wonder.
just by being, they created delight
but I bet
they
had
no
idea
Istanbul, September 2023
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a fragmented likeness
your reflection rippled to pieces
shallow disturbances provoked
by your surroundings
and
I wonder
if that is all you see
but
if
you sit
I wonder
and gaze with intent
allowing waves to
eventually
calm
if you breathe
and sit
very
very still
I wonder
will you begin to notice
you?
Caddo Lake State Park, July 2023
We are only here for such a very short time
so let me flood my eyeballs with
this day
this breeze
this light
the extraordinary moments of an ordinary day
existing as the universe
experiencing itself with wonder
Somewhere between Dallas and Amarillo, April 2023
We could all just breathe
cast aside the never-ending news cycle
and need to know all things
the idea of perfection
and shame of mistakes
We could all just breathe
and be
imperfectly beautiful
and content within ourselves
happy to exist on this glowing planet
with sunrises and sunsets
and thunderstorms
and clouds
with birds soaring overhead
and lush grass beneath our feet.
We could all just breathe.
Arlington, TX, January 2022
I saw once my reflection
in the eyes of a bird
as I pondered the meaning of life
he sings
so loud
so boisterous
so true
with every sunrise and sunset he sees
I wonder if he ponders too
when he sees his reflection in me?
Hagerman National Wildlife Refuge May 2023
I fell into an art piece one day
and saw my fragmented imperfect self beautifully existing amongst a projection of delightful scribbles and smudges
and so
such is life.
Istanbul Modern, September 2023
all that is needed
are wings of gossamer
spun by the tiny threads
of our dreams
Hagerman Wildlife Refuge, May 2023
Perhaps nature
tethered as she is to herself
absorbs magic more easily
ancient energy
pulsing
up
through roots
and stem
and leaves
bending
and swaying
beckoning you
to touch
to feel
to receive
to
be
enchanted
perhaps you
grounded in
yourself
will embrace the dance
White Rock Lake, May 2023
I thirst for my being
greedily gulping in clouds and skies and trees
calling back to myself
the pieces
that have
drifted
away
Caddo Lake State Park, July 2023
We sit in the middle
between our past and our future.
Living our lives in memories and dreams.
Existing as an ethereal reality within our minds,
delicate and fading,
attempting to decipher meaning
behind the images
and scenes
that float
beyond the haze.
New York Puddle, December 2021
The creative muse
does the work of dreams
forcing us into our subconscious mind
demanding we discover our deeper selves
She cares not for how others perceive your work
or if you will find success
She only cares that you fine tune your soul
and learn to trust her process
Lose yourself in the projects she presents
and find who you were meant to be
LAS, Harry Reed Intl Airport Floor January 2022
Art is manifestation of the spirit
and there are no regulations on how the soul should present itself.
Mine is currently presenting as delicately woven intricacies of imperfection.
I'm quite happy with that.
New York, December 2021
What dreams are these
of peaceful walks
Hands gently entwined
as a melody of tranquil birdsong trembles through the branches.
The rustling of leaves underfoot
as we slow our steps
to listen
and absorb
this moment of magic.
Fort Worth Botanic Gardens, April 2022
The fog wrapped its arms around the city
lovingly.
Covering flaws
Embracing humanity
Elevating them into the clouds.
...
Yet, they didn't know
because they couldn't see.
New York City, December 2021
Long afternoon
shadows
lingering past
the moment
Stretching back
as if to stop time
holding on
to those we've met
along the way
a little longer
a little longer
SoHo, December 2021
I am drawn by the symmetrically
balanced harmony of opposing realms
The peaceful unity of this and that
A merging of worlds
inherently different
Intrinsically the same
existing as one
until the wind blows.
until the wind stops.
just as I.
Trammel Crow Park, Dallas, November 2022
He calls birds gently
down from the sky
allured by languages never known
every sense awakened
to perceptions before unnoticed;
a rustling in the leaves,
a flutter of wings,
the wispy, ethereal chirps of a bunting
or the mechanical cacophony of grackles
stopping to listen
to wait
to see
the magic this man has brought me.
I float happily into his enchantment
just like the birds
he calls gently down from the sky
Galveston, May 2022
Birds of Broadway
Listen...
You can almost hear their wings
That sudden flutter
A moment of panic
Turning quickly to laughter
Eye contact with strangers
Excitement in the mundane.
God, I love moments like that.
City Hall Park, NY, December 2021
I had a dream last night
Throngs of people
Some I've known
Some I haven't
walking with an urgent purpose in a well-lit, sparse, circular hallway.
All proceeding in the same direction
This assumed purpose was not evident, however.
That didn't matter.
We were smiling
We were happy
We walked enthusiastically
to a destination unknown
We knocked on the walls so that we would be heard.
Each one encouraged by the actions of another
Some people stayed in one place
watching the procession of our parade.
With every lap completed, they compulsively adorned the walls with a new flower
Making the hallway more beautiful with each turn.
And that was the dream.
And maybe that is the purpose
This life, right now, can feel so monotonous
Stuck in this endless cycle
But maybe, with every new day, we can add some flowers to our walls.
Beautifying our little spot in the world
We can smile to faces along the way.
We can take each step with mindful cheerfulness
though the journey's end is not easily known.
We can knock on walls and make our voices heard
generating energy to help others along the way.
Yes.
Maybe...
that is the purpose.
New York, December 2021
Sometimes my mind will obsessively ruminate
over the million and one ways
I have assuredly or allegedly fallen short in a day.
Those days are hard.
And sometimes my mind will be gentle with flaws,
allowing room to be imperfect
staying far from assumptions
and applying wisdom to mistakes.
Those days are nice.
And sometimes I realize that neither mindset is fixed,
that life is fluid and change is constant,
living for the moment that is, not what is past or yet to be.
Those days are best.
Hagerman Wildlife Refuge, September 2022
And perhaps sometimes
we become very small and tiny
Holding our breath as we hug into ourselves
Resting
Waiting
Until we find the strength
to slowly reach a bare foot down to the ground
absorbing energy from the earth
lifting our eyes skyward
expanding our lungs
we grow again
and again
and again
Galveston, May 2022
Shadow exits stage left
Levitt Pavilion, Arlington, June 2022