Notes move over mists
These speak quietly to me
Passing through my heart
My affinity for Ms. Keating’s music continues to grow. Overlaying my delight in music and technology, she speaks to a deep part of my soul.
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Fear gains it’s power
Loving our neighbors?
From the seeds of our distrust
Fear gains its power
Rage’s Deceptions: A Haiku
Something to beware
Rage’s deceptive power
Corroding our souls
The next in my exploration of rage.
Hope: Rage’s Antidote
Rage’s hopelessness
It’s the mirror of despair
Hope: the antidote
Hope requires vision, and the belief that humanity can work together.
Counteracting the rage: a haiku
Fear births rage
So easily exploited
Instead, speak of hope
Countering rage with rage isn’t creatuve, isn’t beautiful. We only become more divided, leaving more scorched earth, more broken. We must remember community has value, too.
This Age of Rage: A Haiku
In this age of rage
Where invective flows freely
Seek this voice of grace
A Cycling Haiku
I move with the wind
Upon these steel wheels
Over asphalt night
I was able to ride this evening. Something I delight to do, though time has been challenging of late. The feeling of drifting over the road has long brought me tranquility and peace. A critical peace of my sanity while, as a young teen, I watched my mother consumed with cancer. Motion soothed my tortured soul.
This Friday morning: a haiku
And now dawn has come
Sleep kept this hidden from me
Until the birds called
In seeking a life with purpose
Living with purpose
With effectiveness and joy
A life worth living
A Haiku About Strategic Thinking
So many demands
Assets pulled so many ways
Success needs focus
I’m exploring my options regarding blogging. I love this, but also feel compelled to focus. Come read more of my thoughts over on this post.
