Candle banishes the evil spirit: darkness its nutrition; flame's flicker whips the omen away from the wisp of warm.

Children who break the cycle, children of broken emotion uncontrolled by temptation's manipulation. You are part of the broken, orphaned, fostered on probation. Make no mistake, this world is unfit for your resurrection; this world unready for your course correction. Specialness undiscovered, you will seek it in others: tyrant, trickster,

Make, and make mistakes. Outside of happenings happen critiques. Future strides on past's paved ground.

Far from where we sit I see the striking way you look at me no you in gaze, no me in mine only space for us to be

Hear the sound of ocean's wind of bells in toll across the road before and beyond. The crows welcome the morning warm a night after the storm, and you allow your ears to grow young.

A leaf does not fight the wind the tree welcomes the fall a time has come for the wind to bring the passing, wistful calm

A wave's crash against the shore, pulling toward the ocean's eyes: beauty, natural, untainted by any guise.

Be caring Be loving Be for the ones you know Yes, family Yes, friends Yes, all who help you grow

Pragmatic practices try to mechanically manipulate our wonderful world and its sovereign sites. Careful curious creator not to mangle the magic with your extraordinary expectations of a heartfelt harmony.

"Aw, man. Thanks." From you who has nothing covered in dirt not washed away by rain.

Happenings go on Untethered to intrusion; a Metronome in motion Ignoring your illusion. Let go of this character Immersed in his obsession: To be premier importance. Yet, humility his next lesson.

Someone you've been: powerful, indeed. Remember her effort: good work, incomplete.

Homage, tiny me. Go be free. Bonsoir, my own worst enemy.

You've broken every bone to reach the end where destiny calls you; no family, only friend. To carry the weight of the bastard reprobate. Win freedom from soul's greatest enemy: pretend.

Returning to the place of childhood mind held safe by imagination. Dancing with laughter, joy, celebrating who makes you, you. You relish in misery's company, distancing from this dance– excusing victim's robbery of who makes you, you. Courage finds its way the spark of hope's flame. Come out as this

Before the threshold of New Year's glow, let us remember our past year's show and collect those careful moments into the bend of memory's bow. Remember: A moment you cried; A moment you laughed; A moment of surprise; A moment of grief; A moment of birth. Take a breath of

There is only one purpose   for which a soul searches:   to be born anew. Not to avoid season's change   or death's disruption;   to be born anew. A deep knowing of powerful passion   moments of darkness turned deepening;   to be born anew. A child of humble heritage   lived it to be

I read often   my longing echoed:   searching for words   my heart has always known

A word, the right word turning like a pebble in your calloused hand. A feeling, the right feeling taking nature's form: metamorphosis abound. A moment, the right moment, falling from the sky a sweet breeze, awakening. When these three gather heaven gives a wink to the shy threshold of your

Today is someone's birthday and no one seems to know the Presence of this person; their capacity to glow. Alone in winter's months a person; ill and slow. Give heart's warm gift of care to those you might not know.

When winter's fog crawls to your door, slow your pace of living. When sun tucks before the 5 o'clock hour, slow your pace of living. When coats grow fur and stuff with feathers, slow your pace of living. Respect the Wisdom of Her Majesty, Nature; as she prepares to put

Deep under water, breathe held tight No air to carry sound. It's dangerous, but it feels right to share what I have found.

Mind a fire, I drifted into sleep Words of Luther absorbed into my deep. A man committed to his cause – intent to read the purest clause. 300 years later,  this isn't what Nietzche found. The latter to Luther – set more on destruction This religion, this idea, this Jesus A cycle