I love it when something other than my life inspires me to write. That’s a good day, a pink kind of day. Sometimes a phrase or a song can do it. This time it was a book. It must be time to take out the canvas once more. It’s been put away for more than a year. The negativity is draining. But right now I have lots of good flow. Maybe the heat is burning off the nasty junk. I suppose I shouldn’t be so quick to decide the weather is wrong. It could be just write…
ears ringing the bells’ toll
pay it, pay up
the reaper is sowing
deeds like seeds of the flesh
sprout unsightly weeds
love in the moment
feeding the fire
karma’s desire
pay it! pay up!
bare my soul for alms
meet my needs
chaff or seeds
ears ringing
the bells’ toll
