And I welcome change like an old friend because I am so used to it by now — it is nothing new.  z.b.   



I grew up in a box, The four walls surrounding, Kept me safe, From harm, from danger Of a troubled world outside. The ground carpeted, Soft beneath my feet, To soften my grazes, my falls, The floor steady. The ceiling, the limit, Walls spotless white For pictures for others to paint — From loved ones to … Continue reading Box.

Garden of the Mind

Tend to the weeds that sprout  from beneath your feet,  their roots planted in the ground  growing, stems gnarled throwing shadows,  consuming light until,  there is no light — only an undergrowth of darkness.  z.b. 

Hundred Blue Moons

Some hundred blue moons later, I thought of what I wanted to say, Words unspoken From heart, from mind Or somewhere in between But by then It was too late And so words remain unspoken. Written content belongs to the author and is subject to copyright

Life is Blooming 

Forever seasons change, for every autumn, there is spring and with spring — a feeling of hope, for life is blooming,  Mother nature in all her beauty  unfolding, transforming  into an ethereal world.   Written content belongs to the author and is subject to copyright.