is it the only path
to walk
and see what
you see,
burdened by your
sins
and judgments
or could I venture
on my own,
even if it is a lonely
pilgrimage,
or if I read the wrong
book
and meet
the wrong people,
lost souls who don’t
bare the cross or
the star or the hammer
and sickle or the crescent
moon
perhaps I’ll find my way,
a misguided dreamer
taking a road of less shame,
feet and hands unbound,
a journey without all those
harsh rules.
©️mft
I like the calm, foggy ocean
where the anchored boats
seem to linger.
I enjoy an afternoon
of staying in bed,
gazing out the window
and feeling the earth rotate
around the sun.
I relish the time
when everyone is gone
and I get to spend alone time
at a downtown cafe.
I yearn for the day
when I have no work to do,
no chores or errands to run.
When I can just be.
I like the quiet
because I can hear
the sound of my inner voice
guiding me.
Included in this online addition, are my poems Pass The Cake and Therapist Disease by Mark Tulin. Degenerates For Peace.
breathe into
the quiet
between space.
it’s a rare moment
when you will
think
and feel
nothing.
©️mark tulin
I know some of you don’t like crows, but I encourage you to look at their strength, resourcefulness and beauty. They are survivors and very well might survive us on this planet because they work so well together.
