Resting in the Embers

Resting in the Embers I’ve grown tired of this introspection This circumspection A rambling on about emptiness Seeing everything Feeling nothing Putting it all down on paper Wanting to crinkle it all up Throw it all away Yet the digital age holds on to everything So it seems I can’t let anything go myself Thoughts…

My Focus

My Focus Like the great and mighty redwoods grow As they go higher, the weeds below Have not one prayer for their continued existence So it is with me; in firm persistence I will focus on the light Not spending energy on what against me fights But rather spend all on reaching  what’s above me,…