Meditating in the bath
I am an island
My body, buoyant with breath.
My mind, submerged in silence
And warmth.
The song of new trickles
Through the walls,
but no further.
Peace rests with me,
And I with it.
Happy new year.
Posts tagged Peace
Rest
It would be a lie to run away.
Is this the finger, or just another fist?
Is this what they call
Nothing left to sing
Does Justice ever find you?
Is this the Kingdom?
or just a hit n’ miss?
A misdirection, most in all this desperation
Is this what they call
freedom?
Is this what you call pain?
Is this what they call discontented fame?
It’ll be a day like this 1.
When the world caves in
Is there nothing left now?
Nothing left to sing 
from here.
Are there any left who haven’t kissed the enemy?
Is this the New Year or just another d e s p e r a t i o n?
Does Justice ever find you? 
Do the Wicked never lose?
Is there any honest song to sing besides these
Blues.
My visual contemplation.
Thank you to Jon Foreman.
Crushed Cars picture courtesy of Chris Jordan-see his awesome pictures here.
Go.
Yes..off we go in 5…7-Passenger Vans, and one 15 passenger.
Off to peace, and fun I’m sure.
Its an exciting time…cause I’m never sure what will happen there.
I’m never sure how i’ll be challenged, or how I’ll meet with you.
I think I’m most excited to relax on the dock. I know there’s all
this hype..there’s all these new people and crazy things…
but i really love the times where I hang my feet over the edge
and watch the fish here:
So yes we’re off.
Off we go.
I’m bringing my sketch pad. It will be glorious 
