A man sits in an octagon,
sleeves of red, grey chest,
contemplating life,
on this one day of rest…. continued
Yorkshire Copywriter, Proofreader & Author
A man sits in an octagon,
sleeves of red, grey chest,
contemplating life,
on this one day of rest…. continued
Red and yellow leaves
remind me of what’s to come.
Time to celebrate.
So many of us
keeping up appearances;
time to get naked.
Sitting to meditate, full of hope and faith that today might be the day the mind stays quiet, if only just for a moment—that precious moment. The timer is set—”the Western 15″… cont
When the wind decides
it’s time for you to depart,
accept it with joy.
Anger, frustration,
don’t let them destroy your soul.
Free liberation.
Berries and red dates
fulfilling their potential
in my happy flask.
All an illusion;
every mirror is false.
In you, I see I.
You looking for you—
—a fish, deep in the ocean,
searching for water.
The bitter fruit fly…