happy St. Patric's day
posted 4 months ago
And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'tis the rising of the moon".
Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah my boys for freedom; 'Tis the rising of the moon"
a poem for friends found again.
posted 4 months ago
"as the bird see's spring;
a mother her child's smile;
so you are to me."
my poems and thoughts
posted 9 months ago
Alone.
single blade of grass
with a million flakes of snow
still it is alone.
To learn all we must be confused. only in this state can we see beyond the the physical. to know all we must know nothing. for the acknowledgment of nothing is our motivation of enlightenment.
paintings of a wave
ocean
water...