STANDING BENEATH

piano playing rain lightening flames in a sky burning with storms   drums of thunder the slam of gods wearing armor   heaven backs up from swift winds claiming the air   as rain beats dry dirt with a wet hand    

ADVANCING LINES

Rugged storms, the winds of change, lift our moorings from the planting inside of us. We resist by setting into the winds, standing firm, but still we stumble under the pressing weight, falling into and apart from our self. We like to think we are soldiers, resisting the enemy, fighting back with advancing lines.  But … More ADVANCING LINES