The Simple Voice

the deepest darkest place in my being

a place I once dwelled too often

is dark, but the realization has come

that it is still light

with its many shades of grey,

a lot of black,

and some white

but still: light

I have often asked

as many before me have:

why is there suffering?

now, I ask:

why do I feel so alive,

when I go to that deep, dark place

with its many shades of grey,

a lot of black,

and some white

but still: light

or

still: life…

the mechanical

wind is very, very loud

(and freezing balls)

my dreams dance at night…

the characters: my loved ones, my friends, my subliminal criminals who come forth to tell a tale that’s been long written with rewrites as we speak with pen strokes of our choices that lie upon the paper that is our breath…

What means “no-thing”?

Neither is it positive or negative.

Nor is it good or bad

Either that or it is all of the above…

The carousel spins

To a halt between the sheets

That has held our ride

The cup filled me

With tea that eases my soul

Tonight, good indeed

Hurricane downgrade

Day One not so bad.  Is this

The calm before the…

Today I was in

A hurricane… all I could

Do was laugh ‘n’ = )