Quote for … life?

Leaves bear the seasons as we bear life. Yet they remain true to themselves, even sharing beauty as they pass into forever, imprinting their colors into our hearts and souls.

Let not foul words or deeds, especially words not meant to harm, alter your colors.

For when we blame something or someone for our lot in life, we make excuses. It’s how we react to outside forces that define us, not outside forces.



But Who Fears.

I saw him staring into the face of someone he never knew

or had no interest in knowing. With his hard eyes he taunted

threatened, and with the tight line of his lips he refused communication.

The facts were there, but he chose to look


The truth was within him, but he would not hear.

The small, still voice begged to be heard

the face of honesty and honor wished to be seen

but fear of what is within blinds those assuming they see all.

Is it already too late? Does hate reign?

Does choosing to separate and divide, looking the other way rather than at one’s self

doom  all?

But who fears … but who fears.

Quotes for the Week

Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude, what else is there?

When ears hear, but do not process, they are deaf. When eyes look, but do not see, they are blind.

Life is a fairly simple challenge. Live and let live, respect each other, and for peace and harmony, don’t break the law. If we do the first two, the third takes care of itself.

When perspective is a scarce as it is, it’s too bad we can’t swap bodies for a while.

When ego drives a person, honesty is not within them.

When the desire to improve one’s self is left behind for the desire for personal gain, all is definitely lost.


We never knew

or saw.

He’d been here

smiling, laughing

acting as if he were one of us.

Imaginations failed.

Faith in humanity tripped the wire to our


How could he?

How could another on this wonderful place and planet

which we call home

have such


Intent has no finite definition. It

takes many forms.

And is what we must be vigilant against.

For when

Intent such as his lies in the minds of others,

no matter


Intent is the worst weapon


More so than any


ever conceived.


It Is Time.

hate forms on the tongue

colors, signs, screams of unknowing

cups filled to oveflowing

droplets of conversation


what is and isn’t

streaming away


communication isn’t screams

isn’t signs

isn’t pointing fingertip daggers of hate

on any side.

language: words, love, caring, understanding …

empathizing in all things

slips into rapids drowning

muddied puddles of filth

ears, hearts, eyes, all clogged

hands that could reach

makes fists

frozen hearts stabbed clear through

with icicle knives of misunderstanding

that might

that could



where does the compass needle aim

to which direction

to which emotion

to which might it lead?

alas, too many have none

but the clamoring voices of those running

on hatred fueled engines.

who should fear

who should care

and why.

not a soul, wisps of what once was and

what once could have been are racing toward more

and more hate.

whose eyes will open

whose ears will hear

whose hands will reach in kinship

to each of us

together not


joined not

split asunder

listening not


and considering what

each of us …

has to say.

the automatic knee jerk of hate

broken clean and cast


fresh bone knitting

new cells forming

it is time to renew

it is time to care

it is time to wish each other … well.