as our society seems to be
I gain much
a deeper consciousness of myself.
I often find out what’s really going on
and sometimes even find answers to questions
a deeper attunement to nature,
discovering an awe and wonder
at the beautiful gift
Solitude affords me
a deeper relationship with the transcendent
(the numinous, the divine, the spiritual)
beyond the noisy man-made limits
of religious doctrine, dogma, rules, regulations, rites, and rituals.
increases my creativity,
providing me nuggets of wisdom
which inspire and excite me.
I find an increased sense of freedom,
not bound by noisy harangues.
I have found that
between good ideas
and non-stop talkers
less than zero.
It seems that
life’s stumbling blocks
can only be turned into
Kind permission to share this with you: John Chuchman received Thu, 4 Jan 2018
Time, paused between the clicks of the second hand,
Clock on the toilet door,
In front of me
Hanging on every thought in me
I wouldn’t be long sitting on it…
To let, 200 dollars a week it clicked, tick tock…
Said the grandfather clock,
Material from another age, standing in someone’s hall
How long ago was this?
As long as a tick is from a tock
22nd may 2012
Vision under stress
Clouded by survival’s needs
The seen is unseen
Unnoticed by conscious sight
Beauty passes unremarked
Eyes turning inward
Seeking the unsolvable
Fixate on madness
Moments slide into the mist
Their gifts unlooked-for refused
Photo prompt round-up – Mists – #writephoto
I give thanks for love;
It brings me significance, meaning,
and love in return.
I give thanks for truth;
It brings me guidance and direction.
I give thanks for compassion;
It brings me and others help and comfort,
I give thanks for courage;
It brings me stability and strength.
I give thanks for kindness;
It brings me sustenance and meaning.
I give thanks for setbacks;
Their hidden meaning brings me opportunity for growth.
I give thanks for people: family, friends, and others;
In relationship with them,
I reach the fullness of my humanity.
I give thanks for forgiveness;
it brings freedom.
I give thanks for beauty displayed in the earth.
It brings me joy and delight.
I give thanks for humor;
It brings perspective to my life.
I give thanks for Being;
I am nothing.
It took a while
But now it comes
With no hesitation
To your shackles of procrastination
To your chains of timidity
To the fear of the unknown
Hello Underground – aYoKa
Written by Jacob Ibrag
‘Talk to me.’ Nothing left to say. Running from
the stomp of reality. This was their warning all those
Borrowing – Eyes + Words
Image courtesy of Tetsuya Ishida
He does not look
At me anymore
I am damaged, ruined…
A shell with no stuffing–
I knew it would end, just
Not this way. [ ]
BREATH AND BONE, TREMAINE L. LOADHOLT, WRITING PROMPT CHALLENGE