Showing posts from April, 2010


Just open your hand and let them come in. Hold them in your palm and think about tomorrow. Then open your hand and let them blow like petals in the wind. Let the swirls or air carry them to fertile ground, planted for another day. Tomorrow, reach out your hand and touch the tree that is memory Feel it's strong trunks and see the roots deep in fertile ground. The soil of love nourishes the memory branches.


Last night I had a dream of ships passing in the wind All along the ocean blue the ships were sailing, two by two Passing along side by side capturing waves in water wide Last night I dreamed of ships crossing the rounded point Gliding down the gulf of life