So much depends
On the construct, LoveĀ
Conscious
Unconscious
Conditioned
Unconditional
Unshareable
Unless a context
Shared
So much depends
On the construct, LoveĀ
Conscious
Unconscious
Conditioned
Unconditional
Unshareable
Unless a context
Shared
The thing about travel is
Something so everyday
As a group of friends
Hanging out on a street corner
Seems extraordinary…
…even beautiful
The thing about extended travel is
Once familiarity renders
The extraordinary as everyday
The sense of beauty in the mundane
Remains…
…and travels home with me
You with the sad eyes
Who found the glass
In this swarm of activity
And I released the shutter
Capturing your moment
Of I know not what
Tired?
Beaten down?
Or just weary
Of yet another tourist
Stealing a moment of your life
For a purpose you’ll never know
One small moment of
Solitude in the chaos
Unladen Burdens
When compassion fails
Frailty is where the boot comes down
The hardest
The long exhale
Following the deep, deep breath
The moment which moves
Between the change
And knowing
There is no going
back
Left to wonder how so few can remember
From where we have come
To where we’ll return
And where we are stuck