What is your heart worth?What about your time?What holds your heart, holds your attention.What holds your attention, holds your time.What holds your time, holds your life.And if it's possessions that holds these things,It will demand it all.

Life is but a wheelCycling birth and death aroundLike seasons changing

...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.

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.

My past is being burnt downI've shown you the ashIs it me, or are we more than just friends now?I have to ask.

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.

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.