on our way home from a lost thought

Every night before bedtime I stitch back together the frayed edges of my dreamcatcher soul.

spring rain the measured step of a sandhill crane — paul m. (Paul Miller)

#relative-life #Zen #5lines dust swirling in a sunbeam glimpses of my life in each particle

#juxtaposition #5lines on a bare branch against the cold, hard sky . . . the luster of crows

“One of the finest things for me in all my life has been to close a door and to be in a room without anybody else about” Charles Bukowski Photography © Andre de Dienes Marilyn Monroe at home 1952

‘Music is only love looking for words.’ Lawrence Durrell, Justine

cool october night a moth wearing moon dust

You ever worry that you spend so much time alone that you’ll simply become too weird for society?

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower...” - Hans Christian Andersen

#haiku #senryu #micropoetry #mpy First, the foxes then rain then foxes in the rain.

How wondrous the world is when we are open and awakened to what it has to offer to us? It allows us to let go of our assumptions and discover anew those mundane miracles that are there before us.

small-town diner the young widow opens her mail — Michael Dylan Welch

broken easel— the front yard blue with wildflowers — Kathy Lippard Cobb

"At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space." ― Natalie Wood 🎨Maja Lindberg

"I can only paint in India. Europe belongs to Picasso, Matisse, Braque, India belongs only to me" Amrita Sher-Gil #womensart

"I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best" Frida Kahlo #womensart

But doesn't every previous era feel like fiction when it's gone? ~ Karen Thompson Walker - The Age of Miracles

Dark December days my thoughts in the silence then softly, the rain. #micropoetry