...our imagination, like stars,Hint at something in the distance. I don't know where we will beBut we will light up the darkness together,When our imagination and the presentBecome one.

Someone grabbed his coatAgain, he stops his journeyTo be there with her

She tells stories of working besideher father, cleaning out fence rowswith his sling blade and hoe. Her storieshelp me to see, as we work together,that history is being made as it gets told.Passed on as it passes by.

I once took all my journalsfrom 3 years and burned themin a fire. Alone,watching the past disintegratereminded me of life and time. The presentis all I had. Time slowly burningaway each moment.

Should I even write?I have written before and later regrettedwhat was put to paper. I will write,but do not hold to me it. I am a man,a sojourner, on a journey of discovery and change.

The only way we will love our neighbor as ourselves is by getting to know our neighbors, even in the midst of our differences.I am willing to have a conversation about how my journey brought me here and how you have come to this point.The only way to truly know someone is by being with them, by conversation.

Easter Contemplations It does not concern meIf this life is all I have.I do not need a resurrectionOr reincarnationOr to live with the gods. It is enough to liveWith you hereIn the days of your presence. When my breathesAre complete,Lay me by your sideIn the dust.As in life, so in death.Let us become oneWith each other again.

That night I said, “I love you”There was no Plan B,Only us and forever

Be present to the people in frontof you from moment to moment.Electronics and technology have away of clouding our vision for the peoplesitting next to us. Uncloud your life, look around.Be present.