A KEYHOLE

A thin strip of light

Filtered by our minds.

Permission granted by our eyes

To selected sights and sounds.

A narrow keyhole to the universe.

FOOD FOR THE SOUL

The bird sings in his cage.
Happy to be alive.
The musician plays his violin.
In perfect harmony with the bird.
Nature at its best.
Beauty in its simplicity.
Food for our minds and souls.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

OUR MINDS

SOME OF US HAVE A SKEWERED TAKE ON REALITY.
WHAT IS REAL AND WHAT ISN’T?
IT IS ALL IN OUR MINDS
AND HOW WE PERCEIVE REALITY.