Though these musings may at first seem a bit gloomy, they are not meant to be. They represent pieces of a present (and never ending) search for self.
JEHW, September 2013
Falling Down
A house falling down
Around me, with only one
Hammer and nail to fix it.
That is how it feels
To be in this world sometimes,
Trying hard to make it better.
A Harbinger
A harbinger on
Her way here, full to the brim
Of whirling, twirling ideas.
She brings a message.
Better get clear about who
I really am, to hear it right.
Empty
Empty.
Nothing to offer.
Can’t hear, can’t see, can’t feel
Anything. Can I be patient with this
Empty?