Knowing

I am a beautiful mess.

Living a lightning storm

in a dry desert spell.

I wish I had

more of my ducks in a row

Or rather, my zebras aligned.

No longer do I wish

to be a wave 

tossed and thrown about

by the sea

only to wreck myself on the rocks.

There's a better way - 

the way of being quiet 

and still

and knowing...

Ps. 46:10 KJV

Horns

Sometimes

you just have to take life by the horns

and get on with it

no worries, no fear

no feelings - 

keep soldiering on.

As long as there is life

there is fuel to fight

and hopefully

at the end

a little

rest for the weary.

That quiets the soul

Sitting, barefoot

armed only with camera 

and eyes that scan,

see

the beauty of things

that quiets the soul.

Let me out of the noise

my own head makes...