I didn’t know life Until I Sat still in Its presence Until I Looked up Looked deep Looked through The every day and Saw beyond to Witness… Witness The Swallow Tail eggs Resting like pearls on The face of Supporting… Read More »I Didn’t Know
Every day we Should strive to Shower our Hopes and Dreams with Words that Resonate The glistening Promise of Tomorrow Rising through The dark of Doubt until They Break Through Above The clouds of Fear The words Become Letters and… Read More »I Am Word-less
I rather go Hungry being Out in Nature than To fill My belly with Four walls and Florescent lights I rather dig into The earth with Hands to Work for My supper than Wrap it in Plastic and Nuke it… Read More »Welcome Back
Read without pictures The Song of Humanity (we’ve been here before) I’ve been here before Over a decade ago I stood in Lower Manhattan at The source of Pain and Confusion and Suffering and Despair and From it We fell… Read More »The Song of Humanity (we’ve been here before)
As the clouds Climb to The heights of Heaven Heavy with Tears Moving above The sun and Darkening The sky I walk into The depths of The sea and I feel My body Fall into The ocean and Sinking to… Read More »Within the Storm…
Tip-toeing Through life Afraid to Step on the Flowers Growing on The path Before me I avoid My own Happiness and Wilt to The sorrow of Mindful Recognition that I can’t save Every Flower if I am to Move Forward… Read More »The Flowers on My Path
We are the air We breathe Deeper than The sea is Our connection Dive in Deeper Deeper to Awaken without Judgment The mind of Ascension Touching Enlightenment I find Salvation not in A God not in Thought but in Awakening… Read More »The Breath of One
Birds bring nature to Our backyard They fly over Fences Tend to The bugs in Our lawns and Sing the songs of Heaven while Nesting in Our trees To follow Them home My heart hugs The skies and In communal… Read More »In No-one’s Backyard
A Remembrance to the Living Today I’ve found My voice Among The dead Their songs Fill my Ears as Their memories Envelop my Lungs— Breath of The first Breath of The last Names Without Faces Souls Without Bodies Rise in… Read More »A Remembrance to the Living
A Good Friday Message “Giving our Lives for the Greater Good of All” By Christa A. Lamb When it’s just me in my car, there are two things you can be certain of, one, there will almost always be music… Read More »Giving our Lives for the Greater Good of All