You’ll never get to paradise,
by riding on a mule
You’ll never lose the Jester,
by acting like a fool
You’ll never shed the darkness,
by hiding from the light
You’ll never see beyond today
—entrapped in mirrored sight
(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)
The Flow
Silence…
the channel to my stream
Thoughts…
the stream to my creek
Words…
the creek to my river
Music…
the river to my becoming
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
The Summit
When you’ve been to the top of the mountain
—you can relive the view from afar
(Bear Tooth Pass: August, 2019)
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