Elusive Opportunity

In the darkness of my dreams, I see a pattern.  In an echo, a longing,  I cry for something I cannot reach.  A tiny object, a flimsy piece of paper that has escaped from my heart to float away from me, always out of reach.  The gust picks it up, cradles it, and carries it…

Plant a Mountain

An idea, a dream, a plan…all seeds, if planted, can grow a mountain. Seeds within that grow us into our future. Love provides the optimal environment. We are a seed in the beginning of time. Born of love and a dream blessed by the universe. Why as we age, do we neglect the whisper in…