Upward Strokes

Upward strokes of cloud-wisps, a contrail left as an ephemeral gift,   fading and floating away but calling attention, flaunting evidence of launched heart-wishes,   sky wishies taking flight, one dreamer setting out to find   what it desperately desires, or perhaps nothing more than having the foolish courage to transcend boundaries and explore.   … Continue reading Upward Strokes

Simple and Pure

Paradoxical are the aesthetics that compel and lure me; I bask in the colors, but the simple and pure still me, draw me in, speak in whispers to my soul in ancient tongues.   Bring me to the birdsong, closer to the clouds, sit in silence with me as the stars come out,   make … Continue reading Simple and Pure