jungle
04 February 2015
My machete’s sharp.
I blazed trails, none existed
through my own jungle.
I jungled into
a deep, dark silence, and yet,
I never got lost.
Some explorers do,
some return changed, richer for
their experience.
Finding your way out
is often the beginning
of exploration.
each morning’s new
23 June 2014
morning silhouettes
a world of new beginnings –
dawn’s enlightenment.
I should’ve worn flip flops
29 May 2014
one knot unknotted,
but there will always be more
in life’s shoelaces.
on second thought
21 May 2014
pouring morning rain,
birds, undaunted, still singing,
I go back to sleep.
I know why
29 April 2014
I know why this forest calls my name …
do not follow me,
I go alone, where I must –
this forest of words.
I do not bargain,
nor do I apologize
once the way is clear.
this path I travel,
indeed the journey as well,
mine, and mine alone.
I’ve known all my life,
I was destined for this path,
I must walk alone.
I’m solitary,
it’s lonely, but I’m content
going my own way.
so, don’t follow me,
find your own path to follow,
words, … nothing but words.