It’s these
that come
quiet days 
just looking 
seems ordinary 
a pulse 
of peace
a palpitation 
of happiness 
all rolled 
up into 
a whole 
lotta nothing 
oh how 
this is 

Know yourself first 
before you go 
looking for another 
remember that one 
leaky bucket can 
only fill so 
many holes in
another leaky bucket 

If you can’t 
figure out what 
you want then
figure out what 
you don’t deciding
on what to 
cut is always 
easier than what 
to plant for 
growth happens without 
any thought given 
hone and whittle 
and let come 
what ever may

There’s a thread 
that’s delicately woven 
through each and 
every thing that 
ties but never 
binds one to 
the next together 
no not objects 
but progress it’s 
a golden thread 
unseen by many 
until that is 
it catches light 
starting to glisten 
the thread is 
called trusting in 
that we don’t 
always know better 

One frequently 
sees loss
as the 
end of
something cherished 
but loss
is also 
the beginning 
of something
treasured to 
be found 
stand in 
that space 
between the 
two and 
wonder for 
a moment 
where next
now that