Raining Sunday

It can seem a stormy cold world

We try to find the fire to burn away the chill

Alone or with others, the heat seems near to grasp

Or maybe it is the unknown that will brighten the dark

The searching and wanting makes slaves of our minds

Step back, find that bit of calm, and go

Let the mind find the peace and power

The pleasures will be yours when you return

This above all: To your own self, be true.

I was going to express some feelings of frustration

Instead, some expressions of relaxing and resting

Really what is needed

In all the ways that matter

An ending to animosity

Calm and tranquil truth

Instead of a lying bitch. Oops. Some leaked out.

Enjoy Canada

Bright and Beautiful

Home and Future

The place I depart

Leaving my heart

For when I return