A lovely day of sun
Sitting at this desk in back
Clicking my keyboard
poetry, prose, and photography
A lovely day of sun
Sitting at this desk in back
Clicking my keyboard

Email flowing fast
Data rich and interesting
Then our mind’s implode
Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be
I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them.