when I focus on myself, not others, the benefits flow to sons and mothers.
the darkness did confound.
joy and grief often reside in neighboring rooms
joy and grief collide
maybe someday we’ll get that Right Right.
I, too, have heard the call and understand.
only the long trip finds warm light
It’s time they – we… reinspect the throngs under the steeple.
Strings are for marionettes – Dead – Without a Master to pull them.
Another year – orbit the sun. Same as the ones I’ve muddled through?
dark and light near all along.
That’s all I have to say about that.