release the reins
of your caged mind
turn it loose
to run wild
through your dreams,
let it gallop over
your fields of hopes,
picking only those dreams
of deepest meaning -
those beyond
your self -
let the mind free
to find
the path to truth
through creation
Callous
why do we hold time so cheap,
while clinging to the material
with desperate fingers;
it cannot be purchased again,
yet we discard it
as children with a toy
that no longer
holds their interest;
what could be more interesting to us
than how we allocate
our time;
this great treasure,
treated as though it were nothing,
we allow for intrusions and thefts –
encouraging them even –
who are we
to be so callous
with time
Barren Beauty
hungry branches
stripped of leaves
reach their fingers
to the empty gray skies
along the silent roadways of winter,
there is a barren beauty
in their snow-covered limbs,
the reassurance they provide:
there are still four seasons -
we haven't yet
wiped them from the Earth -
it is stark
it is beautiful
there is peace
it is home