Today we were walking in the park and I looked up to see a flock of birds encompassing the sky. I can feel the beauty of spring in the breeze. No wonder spring has been the ever-changing muse of so many a great writer. Here are just a few of my favorite spring poems...
I met a buddhist monk on the streets of Auckland. He followed me around the town, talking to me about his spiritual path. He spoke about his life, celibacy, and devotion to God. When he left he handed me a book on Buddhism. I still have it to this day. I met a hippie...
She walked in, Without no shoes. Her bare feet covered in mud. She walked in, With her heart on her sleeve. Defenseless and ready and raw. And the patrons they turned, With their drinks in the air, And their jaws barely hitting the floor. “Did she really walk...
What You’ll Need – An open heart – Faith – A sense of humor – Sunblock Ingredients – 1/2 a cup of self worth – 2 tablespoons imagination – 1 whole can of laughter – 3 cups appreciation – 1 great sense of...
