passing

sometimes the story isn’t about the ending it’s the passing through

passing

sometimes the story isn’t about the ending it’s the passing through

roots

roots keep us anchored unlike a tree, the anchor is not physical

roots

roots keep us anchored unlike a tree, the anchor is not physical

soar

we reach to the sky as dreamers; faster, higher but wake back on earth

soar

we reach to the sky as dreamers; faster, higher but wake back on earth

stand

we might not choose where but we can always choose why ideas matter

stand

we might not choose where but we can always choose why ideas matter

crossing

where two paths converge opportunity awaits proceed with caution

crossing

where two paths converge opportunity awaits proceed with caution

hush

there’s a harmony when clouds and rains conspire that drowns the senses

hush

there’s a harmony when clouds and rains conspire that drowns the senses

rains

the raindrops gather on the new growth, waiting to soak a passerby

rains

the raindrops gather on the new growth, waiting to soak a passerby

collapse

it starts dark and grey then something shifts and the sky splits and collapses

collapse

it starts dark and grey then something shifts and the sky splits and collapses

converge

from the starting point where ever that is, we all end up together

converge

from the starting point where ever that is, we all end up together

reflections

light reflects off clouds in turn, reflects off water makes me stop and think

reflections

light reflects off clouds in turn, reflects off water makes me stop and think