On the shores of Chequamegon Bay — Fish out of water on the shores of Chequamegon Bay severed view of southern banks peaked are the trees not visible in blanketed steam. Fear of the unknown persists unit five’s comforting hold gazing blinds narrow slit left curious about the day’s delivering song perplexed even now. Madeline Island calls escaping…

Into the future Holding pattern continues — unsteady footing while butt-sores inflate — a noble whisper’s little voice entered tune. One cannot fly with the eagles while hanging out with turkeys. ~ Duane Patiently, the heartbeat waits — to sing valiantly the echoes of canyon song — anticipation mounting whilst…

Change is Coming — Change is coming, inevitable, Sun’s warming breath. Time travelers occasional passing, demisable, constant only is this change. Seasons yield, submitting, death and new birth. Fawns and pups, younglings, springing forth is this change. New day presenting, passerby, closing lunar reflection. Stars and stripes, brasserie, near and far is this change. …

Acknowledging the residents on our minds — Going room to room — feeling varied emotions — hearing cries and whispers, “Hey, come here, come back!” Understanding the compartmentalized spaces — sacred in their varied forms — no longer pairing to the soul’s calling. Sadness filling void — great sigh as to the places walked before — people…

Seeing a deeper connection in the All — Cutting through shadowy doubts — roadblocks to thine own self be true — arriving in the river’s flow — inspired, inspiring, inspirational dance with divine essence flows. Shedding flesh of existence — transparency, light illuminating divine — arriving at a spiritual knowing of all things connected. …

Timeless presence of future’s hold — Something greater yet appears — remaining in this most curious place — already checked out — uncomfortable, poetically becoming enjoyable. The others — already crossing us out from gathered simple conversations — no longer reaching for obligatory reflection — left on the verge of a great waiting place. In between…

No Longer — Forward here devilish feverish jumping down my throat, vomit I did failed to see who you are no Longer. Regurgitating thought darkness, shadowy embrace light tunneling in sparks, heart-pumping transmission becoming. Eloquent birth brightness glaring blindness standing firmly, solid ground pitied soul, a silent blessing to wishing you well, walking on…

We are Found —

Quiet sounds holding truth — This morning I whispered a prayer into cosmos's ear; With a smile, this prayer was heard. Whether hope or gratitude; The heartfelt pleasure was brought to light. Give up…nay; Move forward…yea. The ability to move into the light — courage — lacking strength — yet arriving with courage of hope. In faith — finding hope…