Mirror Reflections

Unplugged from the news, the nasty noise of blame, I am well placed, with ears to hear what the Spirit is singing.  The sweet symphony of a gentle breeze rustling through the trees beckons my consideration of Who blows this unseen wind?   The world is quick to finger point at science, to cast a…

Unravel Age

There is no need to fear the age, of these times, or of self. The art of life is in acceptance, of what is, and of what is not. Oh yes, the mind does go a wandering, what if, and what then? Futile attempts are made to unravel the brutal span of age. To roll back…