Just A Facade

Strange feelings as
i go by my high school
i couldn't find it first
time around, i knew where
it was, just didn't recognise
it. The church i went to
was nothing like it was.
I felt a strange empty
feeling, i couldn't even
find my old house and got
lost. Progress everywhere
around, i didn't recognise
my surroundings. Such
an odd feeling that churned
my stomach. I pulled over
and sat for a while, pondering
over the feelings that were
constant in my head. After
a while i thought it doesn't
matter the physical changes
my memories are fresh in my
mind. Memories that will
always be from back then,
as i drove away a smile on my
face, this is just a facade. the
real is in my mind,,,

Tatiana

I sat talking to some folks
at the ranch, i looked up
and my eyes blinked. The
most beautiful blackest of
black Friesian horse came
in with her tall blond owner.
I was introduced, but my eye
was still on that magnificent
beauty. I started asking about
the horse, her training and
so forth. The owner asked
if i would like to ride her,
i was already there running
my hands over this seventeen
hand, seven year old horse. The
stirrups of the saddle were up
just below my chest. My
thoughts were, how do i get
up there. She told me the
men had to do it. I got a
two hands up and got astride
the horse. This was a bucket
list moment for me. We
started off and it was the most
powerful animal i had ever rode.
I could feel the strength as we
walked away. Her manners were
meticulous, the slightest command
i gave her was returned, to my delight.
I started trotting her, it was a solid hard
trot. Her girth was so wide i couldn't
step down in the stirrups, i just went into
a faster mode not caring a bit. When
i finished or should say thought i should
give her back i went back and slid off
the saddle. With a wide grin on my
face i was ecstatic then said thank you
to this beauty named Tatiana!

Another Day

Under a crescent moon
a breath full of stars
deep in the night as
the sun lay exhausted
and in the blank of night
a blink of stars swim
across the sky
as the sun arises a blanket
of cotton clouds from
dusk till dawn another
day passes

Carry On

Never look back.....carry on!
We are here on earth for
such a short time...let's not
waste time on the petty details.
Move ahead and prosper!
Fill the vessel of life with light,
even if it is cracked!

Cycles

Seasons mark the symphony
of change, reflecting human
emotions and cycles, leaves
falling from autumn trees encourage
us to let go with ease, snow covered
gardens in winter reflect a time for
reflection and withdrawal, while
the buds of spring exalt re-birth and
regeneration, summer sunshine with
it's warmth and brightness, generates
the potential for fully blossomed energies