My brush strokes not for fights
but for colors of peace…
When the power of love
overcomes the love of power
A world of compassion
A world where leaders care…
A world where there are no wars
rise and so does human lives.

peace has stood the test of time
non violence for freedom
got what years of war did not.
For the want is universal :
A life to live without fear.
Want for Liberty shall will never parish.

An epoch when prosperity masks –
underlying stains of the past,
Peace is accepted wisdom –
mirrored in compassion.

Shrug off inequality
and live fearless
Look in the eyes of fellow patrons,
Regardless Of Race Or Creed
there is a satisfaction of a life well lived.
Together In Harmony , free of prejudice

Serene and tranquil is heaven.
Lets make this world no less.

They sustain us

They take in poisonous carbon dioxide,

and emit pure oxygen.

These massive Canyon Oaks grow on western coastal mountain ridges.

Rare giant canyon oaks like these can reach up to 90 feet in height.

These giants are growing in Mt. Palomar State Park which lies about 35 miles east of The Holler as a crow flies at 5-6000 feet elevation.

The acorns created by these Canyon Oaks provided critical sustenance to ancient peoples.

The Luiseno people’s metates, or ancient acorn grinding holes, are unmarked, but visible throughout the park.

Cheers to you from Mt. Palomar’s gentle, life-sustaining, giants~

They sustain us

They take in poisonous carbon dioxide,

and emit pure oxygen.

These massive Canyon Oaks grow on western coastal mountain ridges.

Rare giant canyon oaks like these can reach up to 90 feet in height.

These giants are growing in Mt. Palomar State Park which lies about 35 miles east of The Holler as a crow flies at 5-6000 feet elevation.

The acorns created by these Canyon Oaks provided critical sustenance to ancient peoples.

The Luiseno people’s metates, or ancient acorn grinding holes, are unmarked, but visible throughout the park.

Cheers to you from Mt. Palomar’s gentle, life-sustaining, giants~

Peace.

Quiet Stillness.

Gray sky.

Slight wind.

Thoughts project to a time when life was harder.

A time when the path was lost.

When the leader was not evident.

I am happy that those days are gone.

Poof!

Disintegrated.

Melted away.

The truly worthless events they were.

Well – not exactly worthless.

It has all been a journey.

I am grateful for every last destination along the way.

A small raindrop.

No worry.

I am sitting under an umbrella.

The same umbrella that allowed me to weather every storm along the way.

Hurricanes,

Earthquakes,

Floods,

Beatings.

No pain.

I can turn off the switch that allows me to feel it.

Go ahead –

Hit me harder.

I won’t feel it.

Not now anyway.

Maybe later.

Maybe 30 years later.

What’s that?

You say maybe you would prefer not to remember?

It is okay.

It is time to remember.

All you…

Birdless sky swells grey blue against
trees that stand like brushes 
stiff in the cold

It is the penultimate breath
of a new earth.

The dark disappears in a steadfast
philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose 
blush up from the land over lakes and hills 
and roof slats to tell the inhabitants

Night has not prevailed.

Earth  e x h a l e s
as the sun spills her promise.