I lay the swords beneath the evergreens, but you knew that. I also lay old grievances upon the swords, for we have outgrown them. They will be buried low beneath the branches so there will be no weapons to carry. I will not burden my own with my dreams, for in another world they have…

In the dim light of the silent candle, while seated at the kitchen table, I heard laughter. It rose from the belly of one seated at another table and hit the ceiling with a loud guffaw. The ceiling fan threw the laughter out the windows to the winds carrying it afar. My heart welcomed the…

  I walk now toward arms wide open to embrace the fabric of who I am. Centuries have gone into the craven pot, stirring to form a compatible formula. Looking always toward humanity’s good, I become with hope, a welcome addition to my Earth’s classroom.   November,  2013 photo by John Hallissey

The silences reveal provocative answers to questions only my heart dares ask. In these silences, in the pauses between spaces, answers bloom like petals waiting to be picked. I don’t know how many lifetimes are required to come to this moment where the silences resound boisterously. What is more clearly so is that my heart…

The mind travels the distances inclined toward new worlds. Here infants are preparing for what will be their new home. For now,  difficult it is to chisel new worlds; the breaking of rock, the scraping of stone of encrusted thinking. Not here, but elsewhere the new beginnings will foster new dreams. No longer to be…

A home, a hearth the loving place that nurtures the fragile psyche, granting each the right to perceive the universe as is his to perceive. Building memories year upon year and granting courage for the hurting moments and bearing them. Yet yielding to the greater truth that life continues to be good. Granting the right…

(For My  Forever Friend-Cheryl) Morning breaks the long fast. In the dailyness there is beauty. In the neat kitchen, in the morning silent, except for the brewing of the fragrant coffee in the silver pot, in the glancing out the dark window, to see the neighbors rising. In the neatness of physical life where the…

It was morning, though the night still hung heavy; the clouds hovered, the sun unable to rise. The children gathered for breakfast; morose and angry, heavy still with sleep. Mother looked with unhappy eyes and father, already delayed flew out the door. What could she plan for this crew this night, she wondered, as she…

I live my life in a dimension of no space, in a dimension of no time and in an era of no choice. I skirt perimeters of knowledge, inserting by intention an idea. You are my intension and my idea. Are you proud?  Are you grateful for the time and place of your insertion? Do…